I haven't yet decided who I am. It feels sometime like I'm out of time, because I'm out of 20s.
10 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Soul Train Walking
Wednesday nights under the stadium lights. I spent every fall there. The buzz of the band room—literal and figurative. A trumpeter, tucked in a padded practice room, egg cartons lined the walls to dampen the sound, ricocheting off four brick walls a...
2 Mar 2021 1 minute read 0 comments Soul Train Walking
The lumber I have hauled and the blisters I have won. The places I have floated, boated, paddled, and padded. Who is my muse? Myself. And all my mishap adventures. My students, clients, friends, and significant others all serve as my muses. The rises...
23 Feb 2021 2 minute read 0 comments Soul Train Walking
It was my job to sweep the snow off the build, while he hauled lumber down and up the ditch. Two by fours and sixes, teetering on his shoulder. The sag of the Toyota lessened with each load. I remember getting pulled over at one point, for going to s...
12 Feb 2021 2 minute read 0 comments Soul Train Walking
I was making espresso at home this morning, with the last of my half-caf batch. Decaf, organic local fair trade swiss-water style, thanks for asking. I'm going through this divorce with coffee, as an experiment to cure my weepy PMS and maybe salvage...
