I Talk to the Wind
On the dissolving horizon the sky looks good enough to eat: orange sorbet on a dark purple plate; overhead black birds want in on the action, circling one another, entwined…
On the dissolving horizon the sky looks good enough to eat: orange sorbet on a dark purple plate; overhead black birds want in on the action, circling one another, entwined…
The only thing more impressive than the acting is the direction. The only thing more astonishing than the direction is the story. The only thing more miraculous than the…
Historic times in America. Overdue times, as well. Of the myriad songs that leap to mind--songs of faith, songs of love, songs of hope--there is one song in particular (and…
Overture Listen: When some of your best friends are people who exist elsewhere—characters in books you’ve read, musicians you’ll never meet, people from the past who died decades (even centuries)…
I am not alone. I have a best friend, who happens to be a dog. He is really good for me, reminding me to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom…
She Walks On She walks on, alone. Leaving shadows and their secrets, Bronzed backs broken, miseries muted, Their once-sweet souls sucked clean. Used up and useless now, Digested and then…
As Opposed To Prayer Nervous and unnerved this evening, alone: Searching for solace, something not unlike prayer, A hope that the past will not repeat itself, Progress: a preemptive strike,…
October 20, 199_ Jim Morrison, I saw you today at a Chinese Buffet (6.95 all you can eat). And I could not help but notice: The dull complacency and exhaustion…
Old School This is old school, I say To my niece who, at five years old, is now The same age her uncle was when his parents Transported him to…
Part One: Introduction (and Apology) October ’08. In the spirit of two quintessentially American inventions (obsessions, really), baseball and rock and roll, it seemed like a swell idea to merge…