Starling

In the midst of the sorrow and combustion that has laid claim to the last years/months/weeks, a few of us gathered in a dank former factory on a cloudy afternoon. Over 5 hours, we played and sang, and recited, and a few friends we invited shot the proceedings on...

A Memory

Robert Bly has died. Another old tree is gone from the canopy. The light that's let in is harsh, more revelatory than illuminating. I knew him for a time, corresponded for maybe a year or two. I found him remarkably kind and generous in person. He torpedoed Money and the Soul's...

DRY BONES

We call them 'playing cards' now. That's in keeping with how we tend to treat things whose importance or consequence we've lost track of. They end up in the 'entertainment' bin. Or else we blithely hand them over to the kids to distract themselves with, so they might leave...

Look

I've for the most part been sitting down, these last sixteen months. I've been writing a book, which partly explains it. I'm hardly going anywhere. No plan I make survives the news. All that sitting makes for numbness, here and there, now and then. Occasionally I try to mobilize....