PinnedMark RobertsonLate-night Snacking Through the Years (a Love Story)High School, 1998. 12am. You slink downstairs and make a quesadilla. You use the stove because Mom will hear the microwave.Jan 8, 2022Jan 8, 2022
Mark RobertsonFyodor Makes an Elevator PitchFyodor enters an elevator. He stands next to a prim, stiff man with a briefcase.Jan 16, 2022Jan 16, 2022
Mark RobertsonFirst Omicronicles1 On Wednesday the fifth of January, I awaken to a sore throat. My wife nicks the last PCR test at her school. I swab my left nostril…Jan 13, 2022Jan 13, 2022
Mark RobertsonSurfing Instead of Church, an Advent StoryYou drive to Huntington to surf and to support your school’s surf team.Jan 8, 2022Jan 8, 2022
Mark RobertsonLa Perra del NorteMany years ago, when old Alvaro appeared on Avenida Bolívar with the puppy with the piercing white-blue eyes and the rich coat of black and…Dec 30, 2021Dec 30, 2021
Mark RobertsonA Story with a ResolutionIn 1998, when I was applying for college, I found myself with a sharp, unyielding headache on the top of my head. I became convinced I had…Dec 30, 2021Dec 30, 2021