You won’t believe what happens when you sit down to write for the first time in months.
Far away from bombs and broken hearts we walk in sunshine shoes plodding on concrete hand in hand She talks of polygons and Jane Goodall Polygons are easy and animals can do crazy things She knows the news She’s heard of war She’s heard the air turn blue with the names of despots and doltsContinue reading “Polygons & Jane Goodall”
Crescent City, California, might not be a city of dreams, nor as glamorous as Hollywood. But I dreamed about it for years, specifically the Battery Point Lighthouse. And it’s certainly a great place to see stars – sea stars, that is. When I was a kid, my family and I would often drive between MontanaContinue reading “The Crescent City Chronicles: Or, Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Sea Stars”
This was not how the story was meant to end. Although it’s not surprising, I suppose, for those who raise chickens. The featured image? It has nothing to do with the topic but the image of a path into the woods serves as a relatively useful metaphor for dealing with the awful experience of losingContinue reading “Rest In Peace, Wonderwing”
There was a time, just a few years ago, when news that someone was buying Newcastle United would have thrilled me. But that was before Jamal Khashoggi. Because, the buyers? Saudi Arabia and Crown Prince Muhammed bin Salman, via their Public Investment Fund (the world’s largest state-owned investment). And here’s the messy thing. I’m stillContinue reading “The Monkey’s Paw: A Sports Fan’s Dilemma”
Those tales of petty revenge that Facebook always lures you with are becoming less attractive to me these days. Probably because I’m seen the other side of it, at least from one person’s perspective. I think someone’s trying to get Facebook-level petty revenge on us, either for not giving them free eggs, or for someContinue reading “A Feather Brush With Drama”
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you realize you are not – and will never be – Stanley Tucci. It might be when you look around and discover you’re not traveling around Italy with a film crew in pursuit of the rare and tasty consummate Italian dishes. Or it might be when you’reContinue reading “Making A Negroni Not Like Stanley Tucci”
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I used to write a lot of poetry when I was young. At first, because I thought I was supposed to in order to be a serious writer. And then because I actually was supposed to when I took a poetry class in college. And then because I could earn pennies per word on Themestream.Continue reading “Poem: Silence Of The North Coast”
Chickens like to scratch in the dirt. A lot. Actually, that’s an understatement. Chickens like to scratch and dig like some sports “fans” like to wreak havoc on social media. They also like to break out of coops like Steve McQueen. But do they like the heat of summer?