So you’ll occasionally see posts like this, I’m trying to get better about keeping logs of my writing habits to…
How could you be so…different? I can’t believe this.
When my information changes, I alter my conclusions. What do you do, sir? –credited to John Maynard Keynes So I…
A poem I found in an old computer
My Foist Heading This is my second heading This is the third How many can there be? Among my foist…
Peering
When I was in Da Nang, I stopped at a place called Beach Cafe. At least I think that was…
Skittering
So I sat down to write to you in a brief sunny spot I saw in the common room of…
Grumbling
NOTICE I wrote this this morning and it appears it did not upload. Here it is, but I am no…
Trailing
I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in…
The Collector
The kid down the street was hiding behind a low wall when he heard it. A slow shuffle and scrape…
Boring
So I’m been at a loss as to what to put here lately. I’ve been taking it easy mostly, trying…
Geez Louize
It’s been a while So I bid farewell to Vietnam. I spent a day ish in Taipei. There will be…
