I like smoky, thoughtful music that doesn’t hurry. I like whisky-straight and cities with a little rust to them. If the universe is expanding, then so our our hearts, right?
Cajun Food and Free Throws
I don’t believe in one-party systems or Aristotle’s universal truths. What do I believe in? I believe in kids.
The Cosmos in a Cup
I’m really hoping JPL might hire me as its resident poet, where I might knit together space travel, technology, distant nebulae, and Shakespeare’s best sonnets.
A Cozy Contentment
When you achieve hygge (pronounced hoo-ga), you’ve found a cozy contentment in life’s simple pleasures: friends, family, warm blankets, candlelight.
What a Year It’s Been
My dream workout? You dart from one slot machine to the next. When you finish, Dolly Parton brings you a shrimp cocktail.
A Beer With Jimmy Buffett
In mid-January, “even the moon shines with only half a heart,” as Jane Kenyon put it (read her if you get the chance)
Roses. Glue. Freeway fumes.
We welcomed the new year, at the float depot under a dank overpass: Roses. Glue. Freeway fumes. Haven’t been this high since college.
Cotton in the Canyons
January is made for old Hobbits like me. There is rain in the hills, cotton in the canyons. It’s a good month for bulky sweaters…throaty old singers…snoring dogs.
Christmas Tree Spoons
My buddy turned the tree trunk into a series of wooden spoons that commemorate my grandbaby’s first Christmas.
Everything Is Sticky
Candles have melted into the woodwork. The place is still littered with half-bottles of Cab. Our living room looks like the set of a Noel Coward play.