A short short for Wynonie Harris. It was then that he had a horrible moment of clarity, standing in the kitchen, listening to the clock. Normally, he didn’t hear it or didn’t pay attention to what he heard. But tonight, with only the soft whisper of rain against the roof, the second hand sounded… Continue reading When the Juice Runs Out
Category: Suicide
On Knowing If You’re Any Good
If you’re a writer, you’ll live your life not knowing if you’re any good. And you’ll die not knowing. I think John Berryman said that. After Phil Levine published his first book of poems, people said, yeah, but can you do it again? Then he did it again. Then they said, yeah, but have… Continue reading On Knowing If You’re Any Good
The follow-up on Jeffery Epstein that I didn’t want to write . . .
Darkness Visible
This morning, there was an enormous bumblebee on the inside of my bedroom window. I didn't know how it could have gotten through the slatted vent near the ceiling, but that was the only explanation. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched its shadow crawl up my arm. A bumblebee! Enormous but… Continue reading Darkness Visible
The Writing Expedition 