Writing

February 26, 2013

Corners of My Mind

Eliot was close. April might be cruel, but February sucks. Continue reading

February 25, 2013

“Hemingway took me around to Gertrude Stein’s. I wasn’t quite at home there. A Buddha sitting up there, surveying us.” Continue reading

February 21, 2013

The previous day’s plane had slammed into a cliff, killing all but three. The yak hair was to protect me. It did. Continue reading

February 20, 2013

“How wonderful it was to love something without the compromise of language.” Continue reading

February 19, 2013

Ever wonder the difference between tourist and traveler? Continue reading

February 3, 2013

Any philosophy I might have must include the beasts. Continue reading