I am in here.
In what I can only figure is some sort of upturn, the word “tibia” is gaining on “jewish conspiracy” as a search term that gets to my blog. Perhaps people are more curious about my Unfortunate Left Foot than they are in my impending membership in Judaism. Well, it is a turn, and I can … Continue reading how you get here
Two weeks. It seems longer than that. Other peoples’ deaths warp time for the survivors, I think. I’d say “grief” instead of “death” but I have no idea if this is grief I feel. It’s nothing like I felt at my father’s death. I need a new definition. I need a word that means both … Continue reading definitions
Do not disappear down into imaginary worlds. Patch the pain, then return. Feet on the ground. Read your books. Prepare for spring migration.
Spalding Gray has disappeared and casual observers, like me, are given little room to hope. I don’t hope much, being where I am right now, but I do wish he is somewhere this side of paradise, or Cambodia. All in all, I’ve seen my fair share of death lately, and at other times. It always … Continue reading Swimming to someplace
white pebble 