The question is not being, if or to, but rather when and what or why and where and how. If one does this instead of that, results may shift by threads, or swelling clouds of snow. But time, as lord of all, crafts here and now at whim. And what of this is relevant? What … More Common Ground
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
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
