Love or Something Like It

I could spend the rest of my life ruminating: this is why I do not create bonds easily, trust takes years, betrayal ever ready to sharpen its fangs on a tender heart; I could say it’s because you abandoned me and failed to protect us Mother, and it would be true, in...

Barkskins

Listening to an Annie Proulx’s Barkskins on audiobook while painting today, I think I am no storyteller. A poet, yes. Fleshing out characters for a story seems intrusive somehow, as though I were borrowing another’s eyes so that I might view the world in a different...

Postponing Joy

Remember Wimpy from Popeye cartoons? I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today! That guy knew what he wanted and couldn’t wait to enjoy it, although I’m not entirely sure about the indebting part, but I digress … Some truths are hard to...

Refract

How easy it is to reveal our best in writing; reflective, unlike life which requires reflexive, interactive, unpredictable; like it or not the mirror is held up and there we are refracted, simply human, the same myriad collection of jukebox tunes flipped out and...