Rebel’s Rebel: Anthony Bourdain, Six Years Gone
Sean MurphyHere's what I wrote, the moment I read --with the same shock and sadness most of the planet shared-- Bourdain not only was gone, but had taken his life, in…
Original Poem: Albert Ayler’s Vision
If it’s true a picture is worth a thousand words, this particular image seems able to conjure up entire books, libraries filled with stories of pain and pathos, apathy and…
Original Poem: The Unsatisfactory Suicide Note
Four summers ago, almost to the day, a friend took his life, and his life partner posted his farewell note. This situation was awful enough, on so many obvious levels,…
Original Poem: My Uncle’s Garage
It's a tremendous honor to have my work included in the current issue of The University of Oklahoma College of Medicine's journal Blood and Thunder: Musings on the Art of…
This Creeping Malaise
Of course, what we write about is what we think about, and what we think about is invariably influenced by what we’re doing, what we’re reading, what we’re ceaselessly reacting…
Rebel’s Rebel: RIP Anthony Bourdain
I'm gutted, like seemingly everyone else in the world (for all the right and obvious reasons) by the sudden loss of Anthony Bourdain. In addition to being sad, shocking, and…
The Moon is Glued to a Picture of Heaven: Ten Thoughts on Chris Cornell (Revisited)
In Bull Durham, the cranky and overachieving Crash Davis, at once in awe and envious, explains to the preternaturally talented but callow Nuke LaLoosh why he should appreciate his good…
The Moon is Glued to a Picture of Heaven: Ten Thoughts on Chris Cornell
i. In Bull Durham, the cranky and overachieving Crash Davis, at once in awe and envious, explains to the preternaturally talented but callow Nuke LaLoosh why he should appreciate his…