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  • Disparate Tangents

    While working out at the local community gym thoughts began to coalesce about what I might write for this blog, associative threads formed and here it is. The most compelling is my dance to the death with the Arizona tax department and an audit. They are claiming, of course, I owe them money because I have […]

  • Gone

    I recall working from a pad of white paper, perhaps 16 lb or so, often with silky carbon paper nearby. I owned a Smith Corona portable, blue bottom, beige sides, and so often abused by me over the years as I struggled typing my stories that I had to have the letter “e” resoldered on to the […]

  • Writings, of Late

    Before I begin, allow me to tell you that this piece will end with a poem. In The i Tetralogy I wrote several poems from a Nazi’s perspective and I ended the entire work with a psalm. Chutzpah runs in my blood. So does taking a risk while I am shitting in my pants. My first published […]

  • Looking Back

    What should I do? Look forward, I think not. Forward is the end. I think back and what that entails is recollection and reminiscence. memories and the sisters regret and ruefulness. The present is in disarray, for the dust has not settled, just the eye of the storm crossing self-geography. I associate to a dim […]