“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For audio version click here I fell asleep last night with the storm still lashing the windows with rain. This morning I needed a sweatshirt to walk with Wolfie. Tramping along a path and tossing a stick, I carried no thought of the future or regret about the past. Wolfie romped back and forth, retrieving and carrying and throwing the stick into the air as if he were a performer. The clouds were white and thick, […]
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For audio version click here I cannot remember his name. In an old photo I have misplaced, an additional offense, he stands behind all the other Art Department professors, hunched over, his head barely breaking the line of their shoulders, face partially turned, his hair parted in the middle. I thought he looked like an older T.S. Elliot. During my stumbles through the wasteland that was my first semester of college, his class in introductory […]
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For audio version click here If I were Native American and a believer in shape shifters, I would be flush with the knowledge that an omen had revealed itself to me. In the month of May four big black snakes made their appearance. Spring is here. I saw the coils of the first turning over and into a crumbling stone wall near a barn. Its iridescent midsection was as thick as my forearm. My friend jumped and said, […]
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For audio version click here Outside of Chartres we drove past miles of bright yellow fields of mustard in a flat, green landscape devoid of strip malls. Only walled farms and their outbuildings broke up the roll of the countryside. Throughout our 800 mile loop this was to be the pattern: city or town, village, countryside — we saw no suburban sprawl. Wherever else the French may be struggling, they seem to have done this […]
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