I can’t really picture it…
But then, I can’t really picture anything. I have no visual imagery, no ability to conjure up at will an image of a face or a landscape. I have no ‘mind...
But then, I can’t really picture anything. I have no visual imagery, no ability to conjure up at will an image of a face or a landscape. I have no ‘mind...
Garbage is beautiful; we all know that. While I completely missed their 2001 release Beautiful Garbage I am sure that it lived up to the title, especial...
My pen is moving every day now. I have filled nearly two dozen comp book pages in the last month (a prodigious rate for me at least), and the ink bottle is ...
What is so unusual about this latest drought here on the blogs is that I have been writing, actually writing, at a fairly steady pace this entire time. M...
I have for some years now been trying to read a book entitled A Dangerous Profession by Frederick Busch. It is, as its subtitle takes pains to indica...