Click on the image to check out the full-sized version. (Once the window pops up, I recommend clicking on 'full screen.' Then give it a... Read more →
“Ms. Ortiz?” The background is dappled with a thousand blurred flames glowing through red votive glass. I walk into the pew and stand next to... Read more →
(Another note from Jason...) Dear Ed, I know this is way over the top, but let's pretend today is 'award show day' because I really... Read more →
M is for Maudlin
MERYL Oh my stars and stripes forever and ever amen, this is the most precious maudlin drivel I've ever seen. I'm so serious now. What... Read more →
Dear Ed, Do you like the parchment paper? I thought it and the font might amuse you. I won’t tell you where or even when... Read more →
Cherry Now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide Now, of... Read more →
For one reason or another, Ed and Meryl's conversation reminds me of the first time I met Louise. It was in college at Brigham Young... Read more →
Addendum
ED (Typing and muttering to himself) I think it's import...ant (strike strike strikes the keys) to add that when Jason writes about leaders and following... Read more →
Chapter One: Chains & Other Reactionaries. My New York Felony.
First of all, and it has to be said, I'm in love with C.J. Craig. That's right. It's true. C.J., I know you're out there... Read more →
"It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true." -Holden "Moreoever, misunderstandings may be fruitful under certain circumstances." -Hesse... Read more →
Hum Us
If I cannot sing you, I will hum. I guess that's thr first sencente of my rush write. Sometimes you just have to riush write... Read more →
Who survives his own story? Read more →
IPIR. It's an acronym my therapist, Lee, invented. It stands for "Important Person Internalized Representation." Isn't it great? I'll mention that and just leave it... 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 →
Also turns out I didn't need to steal it. It's a gift. 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 →
I know I just wrote a 'prologue' to a story and believe me, Meryl had a word or two to say about it. She insists... 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 →
"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his full purpose." -Galadriel (Hope remains while company is true.) 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 →
Verschoben ist nicht Aufgehoben -M. S.- Read more →
So this is a poem? Yes, yes it is. Some days you think, no, this is not a poem. Mmm hmmm. That's true. And some... Read more →
I stood in the hall and pushed the button to wait for the elevator. The meeting had gone well enough. Mr. Stark seemed to like... Read more →
This is my nephew, Merrell. He's eight. Read more →
"Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact,... Read more →
Let me get this on the record right now before all the awards start coming and the banter gets buzzing. Meryl Streep WILL win the... Read more →
There's soot on your nose from the times you said Yes There's hype in your house from the curls and the Swagger I heap the... Read more →
I sometimes forget the surprise joy writing brings. I forget and begin to doubt every single word I've ever presumed to write or even think.... Read more →
This morning I quoted Annie Lennox and the Eurythmics: We should have jumped out of that airplane after all Flying skyways overhead it wasn´t hard... Read more →
Taking a note from a common question asked by Shakespeare scholars, "Is Hamlet mad or only pretending to be?" - I love Oscar Wilde's follow-up... Read more →
Montage For All of Us
It's better if you watch in full-screen. I kinda like it even though there are about seventy-five thousand images coming at you at once. I... Read more →
JP at the Eastern State Penitentiary Read more →
Today was like Santa's bag stuffed full. But the European Santa - the one with a dark side. It was funny and heartbreaking, ridiculous and... Read more →
I was going through boxes today and came across a poem I wrote in 1993 while I was a Mormon Missionary and living in Düsseldorf,... 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 →
Outside a gallery coffee shop in Santa Fe 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 →