You and I and We
We praise the skill of the athlete, the hyper-drive of human limbs, the physiology of will, the suffering to win. We admire the minds that debone matter, with t...
We praise the skill of the athlete, the hyper-drive of human limbs, the physiology of will, the suffering to win. We admire the minds that debone matter, with t...
The skin beneath my chin, is loosening. GraduallyI am changing into a memory. Still, above me, a cherry tree is blossoming.So many tiny pink explosions, left in...
For a string of years, near the beginning of March, Deb and I would pack up and go to Whidbey Island. It was a way to shake off winter’s habits—habits of ...
It’s Sunday and I’m reminded of the first time I fired a shotgun: single-barrel, old as a tree, and heavyas a weavers beam. The stock, cored-outand ...