Hodgepodge

I was looking for a painting, an abstract really, to explain my weeks of absence. None of them were messy enough. Not even Pollock’s. So I started paging through pointillists, and surrealists, and vast scenes of hunts and portraits of serious men at serious undertakings and found my attention straying to the barking dog next … More Hodgepodge

Sinkholes

The other day someone told me I was living in the past, and reminded me, quite archly, what year it is. Let me back up…. This someone called because they were under the assumption that matters of emotional delicacy could be handled via text messaging. When they realized, much too late in the “conversation,” that … More Sinkholes