It is inevitable, as well as desirable, that we should bear each other’s burdens. E.M. Forster: “The Eternal Moment” (1928), 294. The actors in Antigone open their mouths. The sounds that pass between their lips, combined with the resolute immobility of their bodies, with the way in which each declaration answers another and reflects the very thinking it amends, as though syntax, syllabled out, were capable of...

I am not good with time. Six or eight years ago I wrote this for my son on his birthday. Yes, it's sentimental but it was actually published! As we come up on his birthday again, maybe a few things have changed a little - video games have replaced music, he sleeps VERY late on Sunday mornings and such, but this is basically as true today as it was years ago.

...I just had to tell him that I am a writer and that I am trying to do well in this profession, even though I know that writing will never pay the bills.

Harvey gets drunk on Albany's famed Lark Street.

There was a feeling in the air when it happened.  I sensed that everything was going downhill, as many items in my humble apartment here in Albany were either falling apart or broken.  For the last few days I had worn a pair of swim trunks and a tee-shirt for clothing.  It wasn’t until my third consecutive day of wearing this clothing that I knew something had to change.  Yes, my clothes had to change.  I needed a make-over.  I...

We are currently building our 9th issue of San Pedro River Review. For every issue we take the electronic copy of the last one, delete everything, and start over with the existing Publisher shell. It occurs to me that this journal is like sourdough bread, built with a starter from long ago, and all the more rich for it.

We all fall sick from time to time, and without a doubt there is a certain troubling but soothing spirituality about falling sick – both physically and mentally.  The hope for the one who is sick is to leave sickness behind for once, however, there can be little or no question that sickness is within us only to strike again when we are at our weakest.  Despite all of our attempts to prepare ourselves for the day when sickness will...

Not my last blog post ever, just my last one until after Sunday, at which time I will have turned 54. And I have such a young sounding voice!

Five (or six) of my favorite art related documentaries. A must-watch list of sorts.

Gore Vidal has expired, and so we are left with his great works, most of which I haven’t read, but I intend to read them at some point.  Right now, the dominating force in all coumminication for me is the visual image, which, I suppose, factors into the equation for those well-enough to constantly watch things – the observation of people walking down their own avenues of despair and redemption, the irresponsible advertising...