The Time before Words I stand in the kitchen of my rented sabbaticalhomes.com, leaves all around. North Carolina woods, and… Continue reading Words in Place?
I couldn’t get out of Berkeley fast enough. It didn’t even occur to me, in the five hours I spent… Continue reading When Nightmares Become Reality
I am in the house. Why am I in a house? I don’t mean why am I in the house.… Continue reading Sarcodes: A Short Story
When I was asked to do this journal I recalled a quote from a medieval chronicle. I recently read in… Continue reading An Older Rhythm
The people who frequent Willard Park the least live right next door. My windows face the park so squarely that… Continue reading A Study of Willard Park
We all have our own pandemic soundtrack. Maybe it’s an endless play-by-play of news about the coronavirus vs. the economy.… Continue reading Pandemic Soundtrack
4/27/2020 Many years ago, when I was an undergrad, I got into an argument with a friend of mine. He… Continue reading why i write in a pandemic