The first poster was for a dog. Fluorescent green paper with a smaller white page laminated on top of it to protect it from the Oregon rain. Picture of a small, scruffy dog. Missing.“Jimmy”Terrier mix.Skittish, do not chase.If seen, please call 541-555-1234 I began to see these posters everywhere. And by “everywhere,” I mean frequently … Continue reading Lost Animals
COVID-19
Choose! Your Dead Author Quarantine House
Which group of dead authors would you choose to quarantine with, if forced (able) to choose? That is the question of the week. Each has, by design, pros and cons. Is Zora Neale Hurston worth being stuck inside with Normal Mailer? Could you stomach Ayn Rand if it got you Maya Angelou? These are the … Continue reading Choose! Your Dead Author Quarantine House
Resonating Distillations
During this social distancing period, I have been seeking escape in fiction and resolve in non-fiction, but also turning to poetry for something else. Poetry distills experience, and also focuses the gaze in such a way as to make a familiar thing new or uncanny or reformed. Right now, I find in seeing the world … Continue reading Resonating Distillations
America’s City, or I Heart New York
I came up relatively poor, which means I traveled very little. For family vacations we went camping in the nearby canyon or took roadtrips to visit relatives in exotic locations such as Sacramento or Anaheim. I first traveled via airplane as an undergraduate, tagging along on a school trip with friends visiting San Francisco. At … Continue reading America’s City, or I Heart New York
Dogs, Coffee, & Books 