Bye, Dad
A few years ago I wrote about my father’s cremation for A Public Space, and they’ve now made the piece available online. Check it out: “Valhalla” (I don’t write much […]
A few years ago I wrote about my father’s cremation for A Public Space, and they’ve now made the piece available online. Check it out: “Valhalla” (I don’t write much […]
International Call You can see in the early light of dawn Facing the noise of the so-called Twilight Bright stars through the perilous fight, and a wide range of his […]
This seems wise & articulates something I’ve been thinking for a long time now, so I thought I’d share it. Fiction’s abyss is silence, nada. Whereas nonfiction’s abyss is Total […]
“In these bones you see what war is like. I know war now. I’ll tell you what it is. War is young men killing other young men they do not […]
Some of these words (the ones not crossed out) actually made into the book. They’ll be looking much more spruced up and fancy come September 2012. Hope you’ll revisit them […]
What is your idea of perfect happiness? I don’t have one. What is your greatest fear? Dying abruptly. Which living person do you most admire? My wife. What is the […]
Yet five minutes after…I realized I had not actually seen the three plants in the little colony we had found. Despite all the identifying, measuring, photographing. I had managed to […]
My second year at Iowa, I lived with three poets in a farmhouse out on Taft Ave SE. Here’s a fake painting of it, complete with cut-and-paste signature. (It had […]
My friend Colin’s piece on migraines and the artwork of Renee French contains a reference to duck diving, along with a helpful link to this here blog. So for those […]
Leo and I were watching Curious George this morning. The Man with the Yellow Hat said “an artist’s life is full of hard knocks, George.” Damn straight. One of those […]