I've neglected what few readers I have left on the old blog and haven't visited my beloved blog friends, either. I don't kno...

"The Unicorn" Los Angeles Metro Bus Here's the good thing. My old friend Bill Martin has this new show out -- a come...

I'm sitting in my dining room, eating an apple from my backyard tree, some salami and provolone and crackers. I just taught the shor...

The night before the Empty Nest, as photographed by Leonardo da Vinci  It's official. Sophie and I have an empty nest. I drove ...

I don't even know how to write in this space anymore. I don't know how to write in any space anymore. I don't know wh...

 Yesterday I went to a seminar titled "Empty Nest Syndrome" and learned approximately nothing, but it felt good to si...

I'm up too late, but I've been playing around with this post in my head all day, wondering whether and if I'd write ...

Just in case you haven't, here's the link to our latest podcast. For new readers, my friend and co-host Jason Lehmbeck and I hav...

The title is not a cry for it. Help! On help I learned recently that Sophie was eligible to receive a home health aide, but I felt...

The world is in this room. This here's all there is and all there needs to be. Sethe, from Beloved   It seems like everyone is ...

It's hot. Here's a poem. Heat BY  DENIS JOHNSON Here in the electric dusk your naked lover tips the g...

Sunset at Allison's Twin Peaks, CA July 2019 is poetry, and it's not what I write but what I want to read, words float...

I'm not going to fix the "s" thing, so you'll have a little game today, I guess, this lazy Saturday afternoon. Both b...

A lot of you have been around, reading the old blog for over a decade, so this may come as a surprise that my Henry is 21 years old toda...