Maine | Maine
Feb.26.2010
I don't have a lot to say tonight. I'm a bit under the weather, still fighting the last remnants of a migraine and thus am having a hard time with thought streams at the moment.
I can't believe February is almost over. We haven't had much of a winter up here in northeastern Connecticut, unlike...
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Jan.31.2010
“Tell ‘em, Mom. Tell ‘em we can’t get out the damn driveway.” The puppy is frantic for a Milkbone. It’s been a day of deprivation. The puppy does not do well with deprivation.
“Everybody’s got their own problems. They don’t need to listen to our crap.” I’m measuring the driveway...
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Jan.13.2010
Olive Kitteridge, by Elizabeth Strout
Elizabeth Strout has concocted in this book a series of thirteen short stories, eponymously connected to the title character. Let me begin by giving you something akin to the one page synopsis that agents and publishers ask from aspiring writers:
Elizabeth...
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Jan.10.2010
“Holy shit! Moose tracks!” I estimate a good four feet between each print.
“We have a moose! We have a moose!” The puppy scampers through the snow, ecstatic at my discovery of tracks. Huge tracks. Either a moose or Big Foot on steroids. “We have a Mickey Moose. I love Mickey Moose...
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Jan.02.2010
Dark shapes silhouette. Moonlight illumunes snow. Deer stare a message. Thin glass between. My first guests. I usher them in.
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Dec.31.2009
Weary with work and years, my father would never make it through to midnight and he would snore as the ball dropped, and on the floral sofa --- the one with the dog-chewed arms --- my mother would every year nudge him, there it is, look it’s happening, and he would roll his eyes open a crack,...
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Dec.16.2009
Not too shabby a front-page arts review of my Christmas show:
http://www.facebook.com/l/8032a;thephoenix.com/Portland/Arts/94500-Holiday-shorts/
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Dec.12.2009
The outside security light flashes on. It has been defunct for a number of years, but nothing around here seems to stay either fixed or broken. A twilight zone constantly in flux. The light reflects into the kitchen window sending the puppy into dire straits.
“It’s aliens,” the puppy screams. “...
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Nov.07.2009
By the numbers on my dashboard, I see that quite a few of you have visited the art on my media page. I really appreciate your dropping by. For a weekend mini-vacation, I invite all of you to stroll through a fresh posting of my visual art. Come as you are. Guaranteed easy on the feet!
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Nov.06.2009
I have been many things, but my favorite me was Me-The-Bookseller. For a time, I ran an out-of-print book search service for university libraries, and when librarians’ lists arrived I would check my personal stash for potential sales, and then scurry to The Strand in New York City. What a...
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