Though our house had no special distinction, she had chosen our porch for the delivery, heaving across the dusty tiles, trusting us.
Read moreThe Porch Birth
Where’s the line between what deserves protection and what is deemed disposable?
Where’s the line between what deserves protection and what is deemed disposable?
Though our house had no special distinction, she had chosen our porch for the delivery, heaving across the dusty tiles, trusting us.
Read moreWith a little imagination, anything seems possible
I’m into porn. Cookbook porn. It’s a terrible habit.
Read moreMultiple unpublished novels notwithstanding, I am a writer
The origin of my writing desire is obscure. There was no childhood epiphany, no early need to express myself through the written word, no family influence to credit or blame. The writing bug didn’t so much bite as burrow, so that by the time I finished graduate school it had tunneled into my mind.
Read moreReflections on Memphis from a Pismo summer
How exactly has it come to pass that Memphis, more than any of the places I have lived, speaks to me the loudest? Why exactly has Memphis gotten in my blood?
Read moreThe ceremony unites two as one — but not always
It’s impossible for humans to know the end from the beginning, whether writing a poem or attending a solemn ceremony.
Read moreOn the destructive power of hatred
Fifty years ago, Richard Nixon concluded his farewell speech with advice he probably wished he’d heeded. “Always remember,” he said, putting away his prepared remarks and looking out at the supporters whose trust he had betrayed, “others may hate you, but those who hate you don’t win unless you hate them, and then you destroy yourself.”
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