Across an expanse of warp and woof, the early grey sits. Going nowhere.  Behind, a darker stretch of sky.  Grudgingly, eyes pry themselves open.  It’s 7:15. 

I can smell rain – ok, not yet raining, but it’s gonna.   Not too (more…)

I switch from one bench to the adjoining one, following the sun.  After 5pm, mid April, and it’s 42 degrees.  While 42 may be the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything, while Alice may grouse and complain when (more…)

This chapter was hoot!

If you haven’t yet, I think it well worth your time to give Patti Smith a little closer look. Her music. Her poetry. Her nonfiction. She’s the real deal. And, like say Kerouac, she’s complicated, doesn’t (more…)

Reports are trickling in: of comrades, of fam confronting the pestilence directly. Even a couple losses. Its real peeps, so be wary, be diligent. look after those you care about. Check in on anyone who may not have anyone to (more…)

Today’s installment is a ditty, a short dash of a chapter. Yet, it is at the core of what makes Hunter S. such a valuable cultural commentator. Still soaked in snark, it opens up a window on an entire (more…)

And sooo it drags on: another day bleeds into yet another day. The view from here: the same walls, infrequent forays to the market, to stroll some street devoid (hopefully) of other people…

HOW YOU HOLDING?

frankly, I’m a touch (more…)

EPISTOLARY 
e-pis-to-lar-y 

… a telling made up in letters

It was part of the daily staffing routines – personal correspondence. Both Senators Blunt & Ashcroft insisted on spending time – usually while we were in transit to a meeting or (more…)

The fuckers are closing the parks! Weston Bend State Park: literally a dozen miles of trails. Even when packed one may see one or two other humans every mile or so. How much further distant can one get and not (more…)