In Preparation
I surrender now Give myself over to The whisper And the soft music in the walls In the ether Where everything hovers Waiting Even the
I surrender now Give myself over to The whisper And the soft music in the walls In the ether Where everything hovers Waiting Even the
Samuel Beckett and Tom F. Driver on the Function of Art in a World in Crisis There is so much about my work as an
I was home sick with a cold today. On the couch for hours watching movies, scrolling through the socials, in a grumpy, sneezy, dopey malaise.
A man’s soul is like a lagoon connected with the sea by a submerged channel; although to all outward seeming it is land-locked, nevertheless its water
You can still learn a lot from a dummy. Growing up in South Carolina in the mid-80’s, I remember the adults around me grumbling about
Happy Birthday to Pulitzer-prize winning author, Annie Proulx, who turns 84 today and whose fiction transports the reader into pockets of rural America most will
Life is motion. We are always going somewhere, even when we’re running from something else. We are always pointed at something. The future meets us
Instagram is The Magician. The OG trickster. The sleight of hand illusionist. Instagram (and WordPress and most of the rest of the internet) does a
My mom turned 70 on Friday. She’s nimble and full of life and when I spoke to her on the phone earlier last week, she
How much time did you spend creating?How much time did you spend consuming?
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