Tag Archives: Black and White

2×2: A fiction

Her father named her Nola. As unlikely as it was, he was a jazz fan, hence the name. It was Saturday afternoon. Guatemala City was warm. Hawkers thinly disguised as street performers were in front of most stores near the … Continue reading

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Light on Thorns

I haven’t been writing. I haven’t been checking in with myself. I haven’t been drinking in the life my body is moving through. I have been raising my son. I have been loving my wife. I have been doing my … Continue reading

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24 Minutes Plus Six For Commercials

I don’t wonder so much now how I grew up thinking that life was going to be for me as it was for Steve McGarret (played by Jack Lord, actually born John Joseph Patrick Ryan–that’s three cool names) on Hawaii … Continue reading

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Child of the Sun

I have four words for my son for his learning. These are springboards. They (you know, “them”) will teach him how to read and add/subtract in those rooms. After that (before that really, as in right now), this, these: Passion … Continue reading

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Untitled 88

Just the photo. After my last post, I think it best to leave the words out…I say this even though I know that it will be hard for you not to go back and read it.  It’s bad.  Just owning … Continue reading

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Pyramidamid

I would love to say that you start with a blank. But it’s me. I start with a blank. Then I have eggs and toast and coffee on the road and then I end up somewhere with my cube shaped … Continue reading

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Last House

I took all the pictures in Guatemala with a small Leica digital camera at my waist. I assumed the camera saw about what I was seeing and fired hundreds of frames. Any street photographer uses this technique. Having a small … Continue reading

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Twenty6

Twenty6 A to Z. All of them. The letters in my words drift away, unmoored, torn away, taken down, by a rip current. I have twenty6 to work in to something to say, but they, like me, are em ty. … Continue reading

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Doing Nothing To Get Somewhere

In an operation, sometimes, there are moments when I can’t turn back and I really can’t go forward. I have to wait and see. Doing more can be worse. Today, I used a surgical stapler to divide the blood supply … Continue reading

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What Moves, Moves

What nature makes is better. The right angles that I focus on are not found in what flows easily, naturally. My mind finds the right angles, my heart, the flow. Simple as that. Or this… I can’t write about anything … Continue reading

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