This; And also that

I’ll be reading a few poems this Thursday night at the West’s Oldest Independent Bookseller (aka, Books Inc, Alameda) at 7:30 pm along with Jannie Dresser, Julia Park Tracey, and some guy named Don. I’m not sure whether we’ll be reading in sequence or simultaneously, but that’s the drama, right? Bay Area folks, of course … Read more

everyone wants me to ashamed of my relationship with kale. Maybe it’s because it’s considered to be closer to wild cabbage than most domesticated forms? People need to get over that.

I’m delighted to share the news that the “Conversations about Creativity” interviews on this site have moved over to their entirely new digs at about-creativity.com. A post on the about-creativity.com blog gives a tour of the major changes we’ve made, but the quick version is: (1) interviews are now organized and presented in a way … Read more

The Novocaine wearing off felt suspiciously like morning fog as it burns away. Made him wonder if Novocaine is in fact constructed from morning fog. Or perhaps that was just the Novocaine talking? Puffs of cool fog.

what it means that my local coffee shop was so impressed I paid for this coffee with cash. “Look at you!” the proprietress said.

says my son doesn’t have an adult tooth under one of his baby teeth. He’s got a baby foot. That’s weird, right?

The joy of owning your own gumball machine is that you never feel cheated when a gumball doesn’t fall. Also: the gumballs.

he said, shadows dancing over their heads like bones, throwing another pile of metal in the fireplace to use later as warmers, pressing refresh on the numbers page of his mobile device, “if you listen closely you can literally hear the economy slowing down.”

In Times Square, it’s twenty minutes past midnight, there’s a broken champagne bottle at our feet, slipped loose from a pal’s whoops. Garbage floats by like kids in a Halloween parade. Cops clip-clop past on horseback, keeping elevated sight lines secure. And that’s about it. The crowd’s gone. Seeped through grating down to the rumble. … Read more

He ate too many oysters there’s a barbecued pearl forming somewhere.