18 June 2018: Before I read another Bob Dylan book, I’d like to say a few words here. I’d like to hand over a conversation. A diálogo ficticio. Something about Dylan, me, and the imagined. Here it is. Don't take it for anything more than what it's worth. "Ain’t nobody like him, I’ll say … Continue reading Before I Read Another Bob Dylan Book: A Dialogue
Blog Posts
Such and Such Road
11 June 2018: I had better tell you where I am, and why. That’s how Joan Didion begins her essay “In the Islands.” And I realize I could tell you where I am. It would be simple. Take such and such road. Turn here. At the gas station, turn left. Follow that road west for … Continue reading Such and Such Road
June or the Raven or How the Sun Split the Morning Shade in Half
4 June 2018: It feels like summer this morning. All sun, all green, all blue. Even the blurs of town buses passing by seem to shine with all the light of June. I can hardly believe it. June. I say the word, I write the word, and immediately look out the window. The old silver … Continue reading June or the Raven or How the Sun Split the Morning Shade in Half
Walking by the Senior Center, Somewhere Between Spring and Summer
28 May 2018: At the old folks’ home next door, a line of potted flowers decorates the windows, and, sometimes, drawing back the blinds, an old cowboy, Stetson-hatted and smiling, gazes out and waves. I walk the periphery of his world, imagining the long crawling past he could call up from eighty years of recollection. Always, … Continue reading Walking by the Senior Center, Somewhere Between Spring and Summer
Letter to Amy Leach from Bozeman
21 May 2018: I wonder if you’re still around, like your book says. It’s been six years since it was published—three since I read it. The latest resources tell me you’re not around this valley anymore. They say maybe Illinois, some Franciscan University I’ll never see. But when were you here? Or were you? And … Continue reading Letter to Amy Leach from Bozeman
I Wonder What the Kids on the School Bus Think of Me as They Pass
14 May 2018: I wonder what the kids on the school bus think of me as they pass, as they crawl across Willson Avenue (yes, that's how it's spelled) east towards the sun, as another day begins. I wonder if they wonder about their future, staring at this simple man, his hair too long, late … Continue reading I Wonder What the Kids on the School Bus Think of Me as They Pass
Along the Way
7 May 2018: Six years ago, I lived alone in a garage apartment in Oklahoma City. A one-bedroom, a few hundred square feet, my apartment hid behind the big, green-shuttered house of my landlords—blocks away from Oklahoma City University. I walked a lot, read too much Edward Abbey, sat on the back patio with spiked … Continue reading Along the Way
Sun and Swirl and Siamese Cats: Moving Through Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life
30 April 2018: This writing that you do, that so thrills you, that so rocks and exhilarates you, as if you were dancing next to the band, is barely audible to anyone else. Now, ain’t that the truth, Annie, and, at the same time, hard to swallow? Of course, my inner world of Bob Dylan … Continue reading Sun and Swirl and Siamese Cats: Moving Through Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life
Spring Is Here (and so Is Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s New Book)
23 April 2018: And if the oleander spins / you still another way—take a turn and follow it. —Aimee Nezhukumatathil Today at last feels like a spring morning in Montana—forty-five degrees, all sun and blue and light, full of robins. It makes me think of another place and time, makes … Continue reading Spring Is Here (and so Is Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s New Book)
My Library
16 April 2018: Almost a year ago, when Jess and I moved apartments, I found a couple bookcases someone was giving away online. I spent a whole afternoon filling them. I placed Leopold next to Muir, Jung next to Aesop, Hemingway next to Dickens. I enjoyed the order, the organizing. One shelf for Kerouac, one … Continue reading My Library