Monthly Archives: November 2025

(From an early post) I’ve never had patience for ghosts—the TV kind, the séance kind, the cold-spot theatrics. My upbringing doesn’t lean that way, and my mind prefers a world with hinges. Still, the most accurate way to describe my … Continue reading →

(From an earlier post) Obert showed up over winter break with a new .22 pistol and suggested we go shooting. I had my .22 Ruger and my dad’s 38/.357 he’d bought at the same time. We grabbed ammo, drove as … Continue reading →

Sure, the Andes have their show-off credentials. Super-high mountains. Lake Titicaca—the highest navigable lake in the world, and definitely the best lake for mischievous elementary boys who need a good story later in life. But the Andes also gave us … Continue reading →

I used to say that some things just feel natural. You pick up an object and your hands already know how to hold it, as if you’ve been living with it your whole life. It’s rare—most things are foreign to … Continue reading →

A Story There is a room with a chair. It sits 3/4 s on the far wall, next to the table, near the front window. It is well worn, wooden, but not ladder backed. The front legs are curved and … Continue reading →

Acronyms My life may have been shaped, at least in part, by acronyms. More structured than I thought. And much more experimental — and philosophical — than anyone intended. At nine years old I wasn’t taking “math” anymore, at least … Continue reading →

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“I want you to be there…” that is the explanation for why a TV evangelist made his commercial, which by the way, also promoted his latest book. At first it seems perfectly fine, and even kind. ‘Heaven is good, and … Continue reading →

Thanatos, in Greek mythology, is the personification of death—not violence or chaos, just the quiet inevitability of dying. He’s the twin brother of Hypnos (Sleep) and a son of Nyx (Night). Where Ares brings slaughter, Thanatos brings stillness. It is … Continue reading →

I fell upon this poem recently, by Tom Hirons. I recommend that you visit his website to read the original. The narrator is visited, late at night, by a mud-covered, half-divine figure who bursts into the house demanding food and … Continue reading →