Don’t get all excited, I’m not changing things up too much on this beloved feature of the blog – it’s just a clever title. A lot of the poems I post are older. I’ve come to realize that the reason is because I’ve been lazy in writing new poems over the last year. Which is …
I unexpectedly came to the end of Dune last night. How does one finish a book “unexpectedly” you might ask? After all, there’s only so many pages – it should be easy to see coming. What I hadn’t realized is that there’s a whole bunch of appendixes at the end of this epic, which means …
There are some authors that you love for a lifetime. They are the thread that runs through your reading life that either be a seam holding things together or a path to trace. They are a touchstone you come back to before pushing off to new and interesting places. There are also flings – literary …
I’m afraid of heights. So what the hell am I doing watching a movie about a person wacky enough to climb a sheer rock face without a rope? Me and heights have never been good friends. I’m not a fan of being on a ladder over eight feet. How I made it through several years …
Where do creative people get ideas? The day someone finds a solid, verifiable, backed-by-science, surefire answer for that question, a fortune will be made. Books will be written, a series of instructional videos will hit the market, that person will hit the podcast and public radio circuit to milk the thing for all it’s worth, …
After a couple days to analyze the crash test data from my meeting with The Wall, I’ve come back to the place I normally find myself in saner times. What place is that? It’s not a place of pizza and rainbows or eternal optimism. It’s more of a waystation where I can catch a couple …
There are times when I wonder where some of these poems come from. But most of the time, I’m just glad they keep coming. science as i dissolve into nothingness, i ask this question: “were i to pass from one particle to another, would your particles miss mine?” she pauses for the briefest of moments …
Confession time, folks. I’m not good at writing long form without an outline. There, I’ve said it. What, that’s not all that shocking or scandalous? Not even mildly surprising? Maybe even blindingly obvious? All right, all right… no need to pile on. I’ve spent the better part of my life writing poetry. Before that, it …
Somewhere in the last week or so, Free Range Idiocy hit 1,000 downloads. For some of the bigger podcasters, that’d be cause for shouting at their tech department because something has obviously gone horribly awry for things to have sunk to such a low. They’d be wondering if California had finally done The Big Slide …