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 […]
The loop in Central Park is almost exactly six miles. The rain came like a monsoon, and I ran in the dusk until my glasses were too wet to see, […]
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 […]