Joe at the Aquarium
I pushed him so he glided through the fish, the eels, the boxed-in worlds of blues.
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...moreIn my last column, the Muse inspired me to write about dreams. And since then, I’ve been thinking about other types of altered consciousness. As a guy who often hangs out with Catholic monks, and who practices “Will Rogers spirituality”—that is, I’ve never met a religion I didn’t like—I take an interest in miracles and […]
...moreOpen mics, poetry contests, theatre prospects—a small “Art Bar” in Santa Cruz, California is using art, beer, and uniquely named food to fund local arts education. On its busiest days, the Tannery is a warren of studios featuring painters, sculptors, glass blowers, a bit of everything. Right next door is the Tannery World Dance & […]
...moreI knew I was a pretender, too, knew it in all the ways a twenty-six-year-old can believe that she is broken and that nobody else can see how badly.
...moreIn Santa Cruz, I had occasion to meet some hobos. Real or fake hobos: it was hard to make the distinction in a town so enshrined to the misfit ideal. There was a train bridge near the roller-coaster that you could walk across if you were brave enough. (Yeah, it was the same train bridge […]
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