The first day of fall. A couple weeks into the new semester and he found himself not in his Comp Civ 300 class but floating lazily in a creaky-oared rowboat on the tiny pond of a WPA-built park, tucked away … Continue reading
My buddy James would have said it was all just a little too on the nose. I first met him around ’75 or ’76 in a class on Surrealism. He and his brother Dave were both in the class. I … Continue reading
Only boring people get bored. I wish I’d known that as a kid. It seemed like I was always bored, then. It wasn’t until I more or less stopped watching television late in my teenage years that I stopped being … Continue reading
Everything is everything. That seems to be how the Big Picture develops. Like a self-replicating fractal, it just seems like everything repeats in patterns. Everything reflects everything else. The stuff of the universe forms and reforms itself into seemingly infinite … Continue reading
You hope you’re just a memory to her, as you squat on the heels of your boots in a forlorn little park on a hill over the city, smoking a cigarette and looking down. You want to be a memory… … Continue reading
