Yep. Boxes, like Elvis, have left the building. And are STILL leaving. And nothing makes me happier. My newest hobby - getting rid of "...

  Our stars are out of alignment. Or we've pissed off some gods. Or we got entirely too lackadaisical about how smoothly things were act...

  Staying home due to pandemic dangers and restrictions meant missing and cancelling appointments we took for granted pre-COVID. Like hair a...

In a small chapel in Atlanta, in front of family and friends, I placed this ring on this hand 35 years ago today.  Don Barley and I have sha...

Sometimes life is just plain ol' sucky. There seems to be a domino effect to the suckiness. There's a whole long list of sucky stuff...

This has been an enormously sad week for my little town of Boone, NC. Police sent to a home in a quiet neighborhood for a wellness check end...

for Edward Baugh Flashing silk phantoms from the promontory, when seen at dark rushing to their beds, those lights corroding over Navy Islan...

I am offering this poem to you, since I have nothing else to give. Keep it like a warm coat when winter comes to cover you,...

We have memorized America, how it was born and who we have been and where. In ceremonies and silence we say the words, telling ...

A.k.a.           the other gold.                     Now that’s the stuff,                                shr...

BY CESARE PAVESE TRANSLATED BY GEOFFREY BROCK I’m eating a little supper by the bright window. The room’s already dark,...

I got a nasty paper-cut right where my writing callus used to be. It bled; it hurt; it kept opening back up. I showed it to my daught...

If you write a few words- even half a sentence- like half a sandwich like the soup and half a sandwich deal at Jojo’s restaurant you c...