by D B | Dec 19, 2021 | Essay
“It is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail.”—Abraham Maslow Somewhere far upstream in the river of moments that is my Life, in the darkness of an early November evening in Bangor, Maine, as snowflakes the...
by D B | Aug 16, 2021 | Story
It’s New Year’s Eve. Tomorrow is 1984. Orwell’s year. Alive 26 years, I’ve yet to devise a plan or discover a goal. For tonight, or for the rest of my life. I’ve spent most of the day inside my studio apartment, my box, on the top floor of a five-floor walkup in the...
