Tonight, in my kitchen, we reminisced with friends about our camping experiences and remembered, many of us incorrectly, a night that featured a bloody t-shirt.  My daughter observed that I’m always sick while traveling, and […]

I loved a tree.  Correction: I love the tree, though it’s been dead a long time.  And despite the fact that it was chopped down today, its logs hauled away, I will continue to love […]

When my daughter, Serena, graduated from our neighborhood Christian preschool, I was less relieved that she was kindergarten material than I was that the number of holiday recitals would dwindle.  I had attended three years […]

Were I a writer of odes, I’d dedicate a book of them to my beverage of choice.  O, the bitter bite of hops, the sting of bubbles on my tongue, the heady scent of yeast […]

I call bullshit where I see it, and I’m not going to stop, despite the letters from a motivational speaker disguised as The Universe, despite Internet memes that spread like a plague of Airwick flowers, […]

The nail that holds my kitchen calendar is in the side of a bookcase, and it’s pretty tight despite the hundred times we lean on the pages hanging from it each year.  So my 2013 […]

On the oak bookshelf in Jim Hill’s treatment room—or torture chamber, if you’re me—sits a stone bust of Quan Yin (Kwan Yin, Kuanyin, Guanyin), Chinese goddess of mercy.  If you’re me, she’s an ironic figure, […]

“’I’m happyhope you’re happy, too.…sordid details following.’”—David Bowie, “Ashes to Ashes” My face is naturally like this.  At rest, my lips curl slightly downward.  Engaged in an activity like talking or kissing or eating, my […]

I was on WYPR’s “The Signal” this weekend with Aaron Henkin.  Here’s the interview.  For the entire episode, go to The Signal. I did this interview to promote poetry and The Tit Lit Show at the […]