Art and Life
Sean Murphy(2003) Every so often I can’t help hoping that there will be a knock on my door and when I open it, who is there but my sexy soul mate,…
Every Day is Mother’s Day (Revisited)
I’m fortunate, in a sense, to be the type of person that gets more sentimental about the times I read a certain book or heard a particular album than I…
Better Git It In Your Soul
It takes a village to raise a family; it takes a forest to write a book.
Looking Into The Sun*
(March, 2000) I look down at my mother as she lay dying. It was worse than I expected. (You don’t expect anything; you worry and fear and anticipate and dread…
Bright Moments*
Question: What’s it all about? Answer: I don’t know. But I do know a few things. I know some of the things that make me tick. Even though I write…
Rebellion*
i. Question: What are you rebelling against? Answer: Whaddya got? The thing most adjusted adults eventually understand is that everyone who marches to that proverbial different beat does so not…
Deconstruction* (Revisited)
I. Il n’y pas hors-texte. Or, there is nothing outside the text. If the names Barthes, Foucault and Saussure (for starters) mean nothing to you, it would be difficult to…
Demotion*
My neighbor, whose name I’ve of course forgotten—if in fact I ever knew it in the first place—(and, being roughly my age, never objects to and always answers my irrefutably…
Compassion*
License registration, no I ain’t got none, But I got a clear conscience ‘bout the things that I done… When you find yourself singing Bruce Springsteen lyrics in New Jersey…
Sobriety*
When I lucked into my first so-called real job I got in the habit of referring to the time—admittedly too long—spent in the service industry as the bad old days.…