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Applesmoke, Friendship

Jan 18th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
And we were staunch friends, at the outset of a lasting friendship.

It’s All in the Maul

Jan 7th, 2010 | By | Category: Essays
The deep woods glistened with a scary silence, now and then broken and highlighted by the crack of a freezing limb swearing it would fall to earth, yet promising a minor distortion.

The Day Titanic Drowned

Dec 30th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
We were sitting on empty nail kegs next to his icehouse on the edge of Lily Pond in Saugus, Doc Sawyer and me, talking about everything and nothing in particular.

Brute Immersion

Dec 25th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
The mirror folds in on itself. Images separate. At seven years of age I was drowning!

A Little Red Wagon, a Long-Remembered Face

Dec 17th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
One Christmas many years ago there was for me one present from my parents, a little, done-over red wagon with a long hauling handle, and slatted sides.

Talk From the Back of the Barn

Dec 11th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
There, in his barn, I was a listener as well as a watcher.

The House No One Lived In

Dec 5th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
The building rose majestically, they all agreed, they who had to a man become proficient carpenters and finish men.


Nov 19th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
This is the Notre Dame fair, unleashing midway on and has kids and adults yelling at each other in French. Of course, this is Paris.

India Chose Me

Aug 19th, 2009 | By | Category: Essays
I never expected to be in India. And without a doubt, I never thought once I had been I would return, again and again.