John made a number of beautiful wooden boxes with lids that swiveled from one corner, every one unique, built by his hands, of various hard and soft woods, lovingly finished, each. These boxes were intended to hold ashes, John’s primarily, he told us. When he was dying four years ago he showed us his works-in-progress, … [read more]
Memoir
Friends In The Mirror
Time passes, doesn’t it? Or, it seems to. Perhaps it’s me. Most often, I can’t see it happen. Like watching the hour hand or stars on a clear night or my kids age. “Weren’t you just thirteen? What the hell?” I drift off and Orion is over there now. I notice only in retrospect that … [read more]
This Is All I Need
This Is All I Need A Brief Meditation on Desire and Death For whatever reasons, I don’t have a bucket list of places to go or a list of stuff I want to buy or goals I need to achieve before I die. Perhaps I never did. I mostly always just did the next obvious … [read more]
Those Wireless Knobs
Those Wireless Knobs For Sandy O’Keeffe Switching it over to AM Searching for a truer sound Can’t recall the call letters Steel guitar and settle down Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven May the wind take your troubles away May the wind take … [read more]
Things I found along the way
Things I Found Along The Way Ango -Fall 2018 A dream Olympic Peninsula in a dream… wandering an empty beach searching for open windows and unlocked doors longing to come inside. She Fear and doubt waxed, right up to last night’s full moon then she waned gibbous, letting me go. At four this … [read more]
L.A. and Ellroy
I love LA. Not many admit to such a thing. It is orthodoxy to hate Los Angeles north of the 405 and east of the 101. I saw Joni Mitchell at Dorothy Chandler in March of 1974, with Tom Scott, Max Guerin, Robben Ford and Max Bennett. Joni confessed her love of LA and from … [read more]