Thresh Hold

The door signifies continuity. Over the threshold we hold steady. Breath in under our breastplate cage. Singing in our ears the thrumming. Heart, sacred and torn, beating cleaved wonder. For what flies ahead. Lies within. 

The Personal-Essay Boom Is Over?

Joined a dot-com in the spring. By summer the bubble burst. Put out a collection of personal essays two weeks ago. And now this… What should I kill next? Death of the personal essay. Long live the personal essay. A genre that partially defined the last decade of the Internet has …

Sundry Sunday

Ezra Pound once said, or wrote, that nonsense is the closet thing we have to myth. i sometimes wonder if that’s true, that what we mistake for chaos has order and structure, the structure of narrative. If we could only straighten it all out we would understand the cosmos.   …

The Science of Reading 

Learning to read has to be the first of what seems to be magical tricks discovered, but over time has its machinations dulled and origins obscured. This skill of code-breaking is not explained but humbly practiced; it is a movement of the eyes left to right, from top to bottom, …

Small Fires & Heuristics

journal notes from the deck this morning ~ How much does habitat dictate habit? The unsettled are hard pressed to settle on routine. Routine being predictable; comfortable. It’s all stomping out small fires, then. The forest goes on with its fecundity. Every new day the deck floor must be cleared …

This Must Be The Place

Oh the endless rooms. The yards. The kitchens. All blurring now. There was the Min Pin. The black grass-eating pig. And then, Gerry S. This week, the months’ long odyssey of relocating from St. Louis to Kansas City, of seeing 60+ properties, reaches a milestone — we move into our …