Every weekend I open a "new post" window, and there it sits, staring at me with its blank, accusatory stare. No, the accusation comes from within. The pressure I put upon myself, the spreading myself too thin, unwittingly, every time a create a 'weekend' list— I hobble myself with overwhelm! I did cross lots off… Continue reading Moonwater and Other Rituals of Navigation
My brother and Seneca in the ring while I was up at the Farm in July. Summer! It’s been too hot. It’s rained a lot. It’s been busy with work, and (half Fridays notwithstanding) I’ve still not gone on a date with the Atlantic Ocean. Haven’t cycled as much as I’d like. But it’s been… Continue reading Summer hid a whetstone in the slender paths between cornstalks
Here is a tiny excerpt from a dream that I'm certain is somewhere in one of my books, but when I searched for it a couple of months ago I could not for the life of me find it. Was a long and winding one. I began writing a short story based upon it but lost the… Continue reading Celestial navigation, dream parallels
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