prose / verse

pass the pie (p)

angela

here by the window

change of heart

rising waters

elizabeth gish (p)

a man’s gotta eat

man at the door

whistler in aisle one

no kisses today (p)

inches from love

safety tip

coping on the cheap

meredith

blue dog rescue

the flood

a new tv

frank & emma (p)

mister big and I

speaking of elephants (p)

the daisybacks

no surprise (p)

a golfing story

sinful music

my slide show

willow pillow armadillo (p)

just up the street

about my neck (p)

back in touch

procrastinations

bench talk

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reviews

It's brazen of me to mention myself in the same sentence with the great Walt Whitman, but I've discovered we have something in common

—he devoted a large

part of his writing life to rewriting Leaves of Grass, just as I’ve devoted a large part of mine to rewriting Rewritten Rewrites Rewritten. Slim justification, I know, for sharing a sentence

with him but, splashing about here in the

shallows, I can’t help

but take heart from glimpses of myself

in the big boys. And

Whitman isn’t my first—

I’ve just as brazenly shared sentences with Ernest Hemingway, Leonard Cohen, E. B. White, and, as an artist, with Alex Colville. I'm working toward being brazenly mentioned, myself, in the same sentence with.

Progress is slow.