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Time/Sex in the Crosshairs

  February 13, 2006  Monday How do you think of time?  It is linear?  There’s always been one way I’ve thought of time, in terms of years, and I’d like to know how normal it is (I hope not very). First, it is dark.  Not for dramatic effect, just because I don’t know what non-time…

Munsoned Again!

October 25, 1999  Monday I went home Saturday morning for the first time this semester.  Elmwood does not change, I have come to find, as if in a vacuum of time and space.  Besides one or two new houses going up, it has remained unchanged since my time there. It was good to see the…

The Flaws of Carpe Diem

May 26, 1997  Monday Carpe diem:  Seize the day.  At first thought that’s a great idea, but the philosophy has one major draw back.  It gives little reverence or thought for the future, or perhaps others.  On this episode of Memoirs from the Edge: Carpe diem– the ultimate life mantra or the polished bad belief of…

The Unforgettable Fire

June 26, 2006  Monday I had to laugh this morning at my small UPS shrine that has arrived.  I really just thought it would be a little package, once a month perhaps, for a small reminder of home.  You’ve been sending things off though, as far as I can tell, nearly once a week.  It…

History Remembered By No One

December 2, 2012 Sunday “What is a book?”  was the obnoxious question I posed to May this morning, mimicking to the tag-team mockery of her Thursday dissertation defense ordeal. I could as easily ask “What is history?”  There are many kinds, infinite even, and not all concerning American commander-in-chiefs.  Just a clock hand ticks out…

“Life–A Poem, About Possibilities”

written August 1996 Life is like a joyous ride That very few have really tried Life is like a sunrise in the early morn– As fresh as when the world was born. Life is like the height of mid-summer’s day– The kind of place you’d forever like to stay Life is like a bud of…

Blank White Page

written December 1, 1999     So we meet again, blank white page.  I thought I just got rid of you. Well, you’re out of luck, my creative self isn’t home.  No, I don’t know when he’ll be back.  Could be awhile. A week to write a story, I think as I walk home from…

When the Lights Go Out

written April 27, 2012, with another stab at bits on June 7, 2016, because the best, hardest writing practice is striking true upon the utterly nebulous.       I had another in a series of first dates with Kavali tonight.  I say “first” because strangely each has seemed nearly as formal and cautious as…

Much Ado About a Chromosome

written May 18, 2005, revised and expanded June 6, 2016     Sometimes I get in writing kicks, and although this effort might end up being a punt, I will follow its path to whatever end.  And what better subject to write blindly of than the human heart. *      *     *…

Transactions

written February 2015 Transactions What Axel Landon’s birth certificate, dated July 4, 1876, did not say, was that its existence , as well as Axel’s, was the result of a fifteen minute ya’tun between Jackson Landon and pretty, butter scotch-haired Sylvia Morton, Pinefield’s lone, sixteen-year old prostitute. The miracle of life. If the Pinefield Town…