Knoxville, TN

Hello. It’s been some time since I last blogged, but I’ve been traveling. I’m staying with some friends in Maryville, TN, a few miles south of Knoxville. Jim, Hannah and I have been in Knoxville several times: I just sit on a restaurant patio, and admire the buildings that are being redone (tastefully, I might… Continue Reading

So What Do I Think I’m Doing?

Hello. I’ve been reading and writing a ton over the last couple of weeks. I like historical fiction, so out of curiosity I picked up Julia Kristeva’s Teresa, My Love: An Imagined Life of the Saint of Avila. I thought it’d be interested: the Spanish Renaissance; the Spanish Inquisition; spirituality; religious culture. Well, I started… Continue Reading

A Garbage Omelet

I recently had brunch with a friend at one of my favorite hangouts, Gammon Coach House Bar and Grill, which happens to serve breakfast from11- 2 p.m. on the weekends. The “Garbage Omelet” is a four-egg monster with everything thrown into it; it’s delicious, but I can’t finish it, so I pack the rest home… Continue Reading

More Thoughts On Words

Hello. I’ve gotten some thoughtful and thought-raising responses to my last blog, of 15 May, “The Root of Things.” So I want to consider some more things about words–whether one or many. Two things, connected to one another, come to mind: translation, and how close the writer and the reader have to be if the… Continue Reading

To the Root of Things

Hello. I was thinking about the marvels of language, of words (as by now you know I do a lot), and I suddenly realized something, the logical next step from words as identity, as story. Here it is: either I’m onto something or I’m insane. One word–any single word–is a story. It establishes something, while… Continue Reading

(Necessary) Tools of the Trade

Hello. A friend and I were recently talking about why women shop and what they shop for. Shoes. Self-care items. Multiple shades and forms of makeup. Handbags. Tops. And all the sale stuff all the time. Inconceivable. But then, I realized I liked to shop, too. But there are only two kinds of stores at… Continue Reading

Now what?

Well, a point I hate to reach: I’ve been working on a three-part short-short fiction/prose poem and I’ve got two parts done, but simply can’t get the middle. I know what the triptych is about, and the two relatively finished pieces work. So I’ve been struggling since then. I can’t get the tone to fit.… Continue Reading


Hello. I’ve been playing with my colored pencils, and have finished up an image. What I’m learning is the importance of layering to get the precise color and depth you want. It occurred to me as I was finishing up my picture of High Cross Chapel in Sedona, AZ that writing poetry–or any kind of… Continue Reading