I look to the petals Of my Cranesbill Pink and translucent in A front of sunlight Tiny veins spread Like fingers cupping a Font I... Read more →

Over the past few days, I've made a list of books I want to read/re-read/finish reading this year First come the five 'major' works of... Read more →

Good Old Howard A book My father and I read together "Only Connect" I said it from a pulpit And with farewells I said it... Read more →

I remember at two or three, looking out from between the pews whose shoulders reached my crown, like a fish peeking from its protective plant... Read more →

I drove to Venice from Cortina. This was late March of 2001 and I had driven my way around Europe for two months now: Verbier,... Read more →

I have a can of fish flakes on The table there. White and square. Parson A half-parson is that fits In my corner Stacked neatly... Read more →

It's 4:05am. The man from the bodega - everyone calls him "Tommy" but everyone knows that's not his real name - gave me a cigarette.... Read more →

You told me once your mother just cuts people out. Should have taken note Tequila brings the breech back And the illusion of eloquence I... Read more →

Stockholm Cycle - A Personal Syndrome / Or The Romanticized Obsessions and Humliations of Edmund Strasse. Edmund Strasse. That’s me. He would disagree. More accurately,... Read more →

I haven't blogged in over two months. A lot can happen in a month or two. A lot can happen in thirteen years. Or forty-one..!... Read more →

No, this post is not about rape, per se. Other than to say I read another blog post about dolphin sex and free-falling from an... Read more →

The me I want to be is Atticus Finch. He’s tough and fare and loving. He’s aware of the world he lives in and chooses... Read more →

This morning I woke up around 630a and got up for a while. Went for a walk. Went to Starbucks. I came back and turned... Read more →

Last night I had a dream. There was a tree. Actually there was a whole row of trees along the sidewalk I was moving on.... Read more →

So I'm sitting outside the bookstore at the Westminster Theological Seminary in Glenside PA. The place is deserted. My friend, JP, is a student here... Read more →

As a special 38th Birthday treat to myself, I thought I'd share this silly and disturbing video by Harold and Martha, dug up from the... Read more →

I could not resist posting my comment to another blog. It's hosted by a group of female Mormon writers and is called "The Apron Stage."... Read more →

When I posted a link to this blog on my facebook page, the first response was, “You so reek Meryl Streep fan!” It came from... Read more →