Home, after errands and getting pulled over by a nice SRPD bloke for partially running a red light […]
Journalism
Day 43, 7/22/17, Saturday…. Last night wrote, “Wine is cinema. Cinematic. Gloriously erratic. Magnetic.” Going in and out […]
Hours and hours and HOURS later, the writer finds himself at home, about to begin a new project […]
First night of solo-ness after wife and little Kerouac’s leave for DC. In adjunct cell after a more […]
Only have a few minutes to type. Going to Jack’s pre-school graduation. My son, graduating pre-K… how. Why. […]
up all trees. Wanting to find everything in its planet and universe, streets and alleys, corners and general […]
thinking about travel, again. Going against what’s expected. Why does wine hold this hold over and around me? […]
Jimtown. Writing. Ready for today. SO. READY. Going to talk as little as possible and write as much […]
Pinot Noir like this reminds me of moments, their solitary value and flavorous vortex. ABV’s a bit higher […]
Day 26, 7/5/17, Wednesday: Day’s end. 22:03. No new wine tonight. Had enough, last…. Just on floor of […]