I am not a writer (2008)
I am not a writer. I woke up to a full ashtray on the nightstand and the dogs pouncing on me to go out. Writing takes discipline. There are dishes […]
I am not a writer. I woke up to a full ashtray on the nightstand and the dogs pouncing on me to go out. Writing takes discipline. There are dishes […]
In Northern California, in the gold country, in a small and charming town called Nevada City, you and I stopped into a bookstore. Many years ago. You would leave from […]
Gray light streamed from the oversized loft windows, very thin light, everything gray scale in the early, early, far before dawn morning. You took convincing to join me in this […]
The body is a thing. It is a material thing. It is small, it is finite, most of its parts are soft, and the hard parts (teeth, bone, heart) offer […]
Let us pretend there are rules, they’re our rules, their, our, rules, and let us then pretend that we intend to follow them. Let us also pretend that sometimes we […]
The approach to La Guardia over Manhattan on a late night in November included a blood red moon. Blood red. Hovering over the skyline of the city. Seen from above. […]
This is the number of years that will have passed until the last time I pulled my sister’s hair and told her she was stupid and slammed the door in […]
In a window of time spanning many decades, that may or may not now be closed, there was a tree, in what was my backyard, in what was my childhood. […]
We put two reefs in the mainsail in calm winds, and it looked like a mistake. The forecast was for 25-30 knots of wind in the harbor–not too much to […]
The tide turns slowly. From far above, when I take time to watch, I can see rivers in rivers, currents moving independently, tracing invisible formations underwater that cause otherwise inexplicable […]