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]
Narrative
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]
Ghosts
My dear friend, Robin Enright Salcido is a fine photographer, writer and artist. Robin kindly let me use this image she just made, and I added a caption for her. Of the image, she said, “This is one of my favorites because I realized how we are all passing like ghosts through places.” Indeed. … [read more]
Morning writer
My editor always sleeps late. If I rise early enough I can tell myself the truth a few hours alone in the dark before he stirs. 14:XII:18
Merely Steps Away
I have a new routine most Sunday mornings. I awake in the dark, spend an hour as still as a church mouse, then head off to a coffee shop closer than my usual place, but one I’ve come to fancy lately. Their coffee is better, to be sure. The place has a decidedly Euro … [read more]
Bomb Dream
Perhaps it’s the full moon. Or the leaves turning from green to gold to brown, falling at my feet. Or Soten returning home to die or reading about Natalie nearly dying. My dreams have darkened and become most vivid and visceral. But I dreamed this: They seem to bomb us in the very early hours … [read more]
