I Could Have Disappeared

  "Letter writing may be an exile's main occupation" I read this morning. I haven't written a letter in a long time now. I wrote too many long letters. The memory of them embarrasses me now. I have no need to personally address anyone near or on a far shore any more. Like I said…

New Orleans

  Louisianan, Mississippi, Georgia, Florida, Tennessee. Place names in songs. The lad likes his tickets and he likes to go. It took some talking to get me to go but he’s showing me all those place names now, those cities mentioned in the songs. I'm having coffee now in East Nashville with a soft toffee…

Sore Paw

The spring came early that year. In open places the snow  melted before the equinox. Spring came slow too. There were no flood warnings on the local radio. The frost heaved the sidewalks and tarmac and they subsided, were dusty and dry before the ditches ran off the meltwater and debris. After a few warm…

A Regular Dog. A Quick Study

On that walk into town from the ranch in the morning for coffee and supplies I sometimes have what seem to me calm and prescient thoughts. I have pretensions to insight, mostly unutterable in company, but personally informative, guiding me, for better or for worse. Last autumn I was writing about the lad and me…