She’s My Cocaine
I am occasionally reminded more or less forcibly why I can never be a critic. I like things. I can be a fan, a gushy fan even. But I can’t quibble the wa...
Author: Aldean
Have to get it out of my head
What is it about the human mind that it is so prone to involuntary fixation? I do not know that I am more susceptible to this affliction than my fellow...
“Barbara Allen”
The turkeys. The turkeys are gobbling something fierce this morning. Up in the narrow strip of woods between the urban highway I walk along and the upscale...
Detritus
Discarded scraps of life are thick on the ground in a city of this size. Most of the time these are simply the empty fast food cartons and used prophylac...
wainwright
We don’t talk about wrights much anymore, about makers. Lampwrights, wheelwrights, and certainly wainwrights seldom appear in everyday conversation...