Category Archives: Commentary

I’ve been having this feeling more and more. Maybe it’s age, or simply the accumulation of years. There are things I once knew without thinking that now sit like dust bunnies under the couch. “Yeah… that seems familiar.” This isn’t … Continue reading →

I’ve been making keychains. Not because anyone asked. These are unbidden keychains, capable of gaining a key, capable of organizing many keys. But no one has asked me for them. So, naturally, I plan to give them away. I didn’t … Continue reading →

The world convulses as it moves through the cosmos—spinning on its axis, tilted in its orbit, bound to a solar system in a galaxy near the edge. Even with all that motion, the skin of our planet shivers. Plates press … Continue reading →

  A Pocket Lint Post   This has been in a folder for over twenty years. Not hidden. Not lost. Just… waiting.   Nine hundred letters, give or take. Some readable. Some so faint they look like breath on glass. … Continue reading →

(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 →