Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley

Blurry branches that don't move: cotton lights. Secure and warm. Dissolved and indistinct. A modern family. ...

01/02/2020 The thin red line between mountain and heaven 02/01/2020 Tossing the light back to me. Thanks, mo...

I hadn't seen Crazy Henry in a while. His iguana had gotten sick. An iguana, I might add, that he insisted was a monkey, not a lizard....

Destroy thou them, O God; let them fall by their own counsels; cast them out in the multitude of their transgressions; for they have  rebe...

(Dedicated to Tim Carman) On my way back from The Hamsters I stopped at a roadside place called 'The Good Luck Cafe' for a piece ...

Telling them of things which must shortly come, that they might know and remember at the time of their coming that they had been made kn...

My Bohemian mother and my Venetian father began my training in prisms and soda glass when I was too young to realize how dangerous refrac...

When I turned 66 I became convinced, because of my reading of Zen Buddhist books, that every time I went to bed I woke up a different per...

I will make thy food become sweet, that ye  cook  it not . . . 1 Nephi 17:12 Before I touch my daily meat I pray the Lord to make it...