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March 29, 2016 Gay people don’t need defending by me. Yet here I write—because of a half-assed North Carolina governor/homophobe and his brother Republican homophobes acting Old Testicle—I mean, Testament—and trying to make his subjects—I mean constituents—into bigots. If you’re … Continue reading →

March 27, 2016 It glided over my head, its huge shadow passing over the trail like a storm. I knew without looking that it wasn’t a vulture—it was twice as big. And then it halted in midair, its feather-dancer wing … Continue reading →

March 20, 2016 Dear Mr. Baldwin, As you know, a Trump presidency is now a sure thing, therefore changes will be forthcoming, and we know you seniors don’t like change. As of next November, the Obamacare death squad will have … Continue reading →

March 18, 2016 In my fiction, I have been known to write two pages describing tree bark, five hundred words on the smell of a flower. There is so much meditation in minutia. The opening of David Lynch’s film “Blue … Continue reading →

I was driving back from a party in Elsah last night. All along the river, the trees were fogbound, mist-kissed, and a thousand spring peepers trilled. I parked and walked several miles in the dark. I couldn’t see in front … Continue reading →

March 8, 2016 “I’ve been sick all winter,” Kody says. He is cleaning out his rental house on the river. His arms and neck are tattooed, and a ring pierces his nose. “I woke up one night, and I looked … Continue reading →

March 5, 2016 I went into the kitchen last night, to fetch my nightly allotment of peanuts. When I returned to the living room, Scout the Cat was perched on an end table and lapping up Caparone Vineyard’s wonderful sangiovese, … Continue reading →

March 5, 2016 I went into the kitchen last night, to fetch my nightly allotment of peanuts. When I returned to the living room, Scout the Cat was perched on an end table and lapping up Caparone Vineyard’s wonderful sangiovese, … Continue reading →

March 3, 2016 “Gulliver’s Travels” author Jonathan Swift famously wrote “A Modest Proposal,” which “advocated” eating the British poor, thus solving the poverty problem. Upscale England was shocked and outraged. Had they taken his advice, Charles Dickens would have had … Continue reading →

February 19, 2016 There was a thirty mile per hour west to east tailwind today, on my Genehouse walk. The River Road trail was a stream of dead oak leaves tilt-a-whirling  and rolling and pinwheeling down the path, the sound … Continue reading →