I’ve just seen a face…
But was it a face I used to love? I don’t know, and I can’t decide whether I care. It has been at least five years since I last saw “Hazel” for certain sure. I...
But was it a face I used to love? I don’t know, and I can’t decide whether I care. It has been at least five years since I last saw “Hazel” for certain sure. I...
Why read? Or to paraphrase the Edwin Starr song, Reading: What is it good for? I have finally read Jonathan Franzen’s (in)famous “Harper’s essay” (“Per...
I am thinking today of surfactants. I don’t know why; I have no desire to reduce the surface tension of any liquids. I have the vague notion that most sur...
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...