12 March 2026 Oh, where to start with Mr. Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac—that French-Canadian kid from Lowell? Mr. Sal Paradise, Ray Smith, Ti Jean, Mr. Jack Duluoz of Duluoz legend? Oh, Jack, I once wrote in a song that you were King. I once got stuck on a cliffside in Big Sur trying to sneak … Continue reading For Kerouac, on His Birthday
29 January 2026 "I open a book I read in college" —Rick Barot, Moving the Bones There it is. That’s the line. Thirty seconds later, I’m digging through my bookshelf, pulling up the past. Scanning books I read in college for little left-behind scribbles. Stars in the margins. Sentences underlined and highlighted. Words that once-upon-a-time … Continue reading A Simple Rick Barot Line Prompts Me to Dig Into the Past
20 January 2026 On a personal level, I’m calling 2026 the Year of the Lavender. It’s a whimsical moniker—based solely on the color of my new notebook and the book of Mikko Harvey poems I bought to start the year. Each morning, I write a page, and I read Harvey’s poems, pairing my coffee with … Continue reading The Year of the Lavender
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