Do you enjoy watching birds and figuring out which ones are which? How young were you when they first hit your radar? Were they objects in the sky or living creatures? Did you discover them only after getting new glasses? Or to attract the affection of a birdwatcher? How many times have you told […]
Little Flutes, Escaping London, and The Writers’ Colony
Hanna was a 1946 Dodge pickup with a camper on the back. When we escaped back to America we bought her after hitchhiking to Columbus Ohio. She was an old farm truck that would probably run on kerosene. We lived in her for about five years ducking and dodging goons we imagined from the UK who were after us for skipping out of the country.
The Breathing Tent
For a number of months, I lived on a tiny piece of beach Called Blackstrap Cove…the beach was supported by a deteriorating retaining wall. When the ocean waves came in, the tent floor would rise, pushed up by the trapped air in the sand. The exhale was when the waves went back, sucking the air […]
