Three imagined blocks abut A tower three-times struck. Set high with federal pride,Soon vandalized and then pulverized.Delinquent kicks, a joy-ride Through sky-bound fields, three crops…
Outside of Renner, South Dakota I found a fork less-travelled-by. And knew I had my chance: To try R. Frost’s advice, Put Yogi B. to…
There was a stretch, a decade or so, from the late 90s through the early 2000s when a certain swath of still-youngish evangelicals took comfort…
Mythology is like salt. A pinch or two, it can bring out a whole new dimension in an otherwise bland dish. It can unlock the…
Knocked out the book Burial Rites by Hannah Kent this week for book club. It’s a first novel, not a bad novel, and we’ll see…
Despite a strict adherence to hand-washing and a measured avoidance of pre-schoolers, I had one of those days that always come once, twice, a winter:…
Are you familiar with this term, Woo? No? Short for the duplicative Woo-Woo, this pithier condensation Woo is some internet slang for all things spiritual.…
Ira Glass, of This American Life fame, was a regular voice on my stereo for years. Since the rise of the hydra-headed podcast, he’s slipped…
And another thing about Cannery Row. There’s something proto-beat about this book. A fast, loose style, a little wordplay, a piling on of adjectives, a…
It’s what we do, us former English Majors. We nit-pick, we analyze, we sift through layers like dusty-headed archaeologists. Digging for theme, imagery. Praying for…