Getting Outside Saturday: A Hudson River Haiku
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From the Poughkeepsie foot bridge
Bad Advice Wednesday: Find Your Voice
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Allen Ginsberg
This week’s thought comes from Allen Ginsberg, who was born June 3, 1926, making him yet another vital member of the greatest generation that Tom Brokaw forgot to mention, and a few months older than my father, who regards him as a child of the sixties (like, blame him on my generation, but no). Okay, Here it is, plenty to think about: “To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.” Continue reading →
Guest contributor: Bill Lundgren
Lundgren’s Lounge: “Driving Mr. Albert,” by Michael Paterniti
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Mike Paterniti
Working in a bookstore affords me the enviable opportunity to read things hot off the press, sometimes even earlier, with galleys and advanced reader’s copies. But occasionally the deluge can become overwhelming and then it’s time to go back to the dusty stack in the corner and grab that long-neglected classic, the one you’d always meant to read… Recently I did just that with Michael Paterniti’s classic from 2000, Driving Mr. Albert: A Trip Across America With Einstein’s Brain. Continue reading →
Anxious Bode in the House of God
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Anxious Bode
Back when Anxious Bode was still just Thierry, we were trying to blend in, my folks and I, and we were observing and copying what the crowd did on this Sunday morning in Saint Michael. I was living in Lincoln Park, near North Chicago. My parents were visiting from France for Christmas. There was snow on the ground, and a sharp wind as we walked the cobbled streets leading to church. It should have been easy—we were all Catholics, even if some of us were foreign—and in a sense it was. Until the offertory. The silence that fell on the congregation as members prepared their donations impressed us with the necessity to be ready when our time would come. We were quick to notice that the man who collected the donations, did so with the help of a basket attached to a pole. He would push the basket through the pews, serving the farthest away first, and retreating toward the aisle. My father-Anxious Senior—was not entirely ready when our turn came. He could not find decent bills to put in the basket. He gathered all the coins that he had accumulated in every American store he’d gone to. When the deacon stopped at our pew and vigorously pushed the basket in front of us, my father, worried he’d miss his chance, lunged. Continue reading →
Getting Outside Saturday: Over Six Feet by Solstice (a photo haiku)
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Ostrich Fern
“Big Bend” is Back and Better than Ever!
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The University of Georgia Press recently re-issued my book of stories, Big Bend, in a new paperback edition, and, for the first time, as an e-book. So bug your local bookstore, and load up your e-reader! Continue reading →
Up Shit Creek (Or, Dawson’s Creek is Full of Shit, the Actual Creek, not the Show)
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Here is my essay from the last print issue of OnEarth magazine:
To get to the island I push off from my own backyard. I did not become a homeowner until I was 49 years old, and perhaps the greatest pleasure of this property in coastal North Carolina is that water laps its edges. In this way, and by the liquid tendril of a salt marsh, I am connected to so many other places in the watery world, and given enough energy, time, supplies, and fair weather, I could paddle to the end of my creek, bang a left, and end up back on the beaches of Cape Cod, the place I moved here from. My journey today is more modest: I am paddling my kayak downstream to a neighbor’s dock, where I will ready it for tomorrow’s three-mile trip east to Masonboro, one of the few undeveloped barrier islands left in this region, where my friend Hones and I will camp for four days. Continue reading →
Bad Advice Wednesday: Let’s Write Some Fiction
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Let’s write some fiction. First, we need a character, a time, and a place, everything as usual.
Jack arrived at the shoe store at nine Monday morning as usual, tidied as usual, unlocked the door as usual at ten to the quiet mall. Continue reading →
Guest contributor: Crash Barry
Serial Sunday: “Tough Island,” by Crash Barry (episode 25)
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Lunch wagon
My pal Tommy loved Claire, who worked the lunch wagon, the island’s only restaurant. Problem was, Claire was married to Todd, Tommy’s captain. A complicated triangle. Continue reading →
Getting Outside Saturday: Na Pali Sea Cave Sojourn (a Hawaiian photo haiku)
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Bottom of a 1200 foot waterfall ending in a sea cave, wow.
