He’s huge, brown, part mastiff, part American Staffordshire, and the sight of his drooling jowls terrify most of the building’s residents. Yet my 100 lb, 9 year-old dog Buddy is gentle. He was socialized since he was a very young rescue, and he wouldn’t hurt anyone. He does suffer from separation anxiety if left alone… Read More
Buddy is from Brooklyn. The real one, not the gentrified, million dollar condo tourist Brooklyn. It’s the first home of my father– Red Hook waterfronts, Livonia Avenue houses torn down to make way for development. Before my dog came to live with me, he resided with an alcoholic super in a multi-family dwelling off Woodhaven… Read More
Back from attending AWP 2017 in D.C., and on some strict deadlines. The last day of AWP is exhausting. So many panels, readings, and run-ins with friends and colleagues. And I’m not even in g… Source: Sorry, The Muse Had Other Plans
Back from attending AWP 2017 in D.C., and on some strict deadlines. The last day of AWP is exhausting. So many panels, readings, and run-ins with friends and colleagues. And I’m not even in graduate school yet. The good thing is, hopefully I’ll be paying the student rate next year. There’s A Panel for That:… Read More
I regret I never bought a pair of crampons, those metal spiked soles that you tie onto winter boots when ice climbing. I’ve never officially climbed rocks or boulders draped in snow, but I have camped in winter, near Yosemite Falls. The memory both titillates and horrifies me now that I’m 15 years older, because… Read More
I have to share this story by writer Jim Heynen, after discussing the recent election outcome and the future with Ron Jackson. He leads my Sunday Flash Fiction writing workshop and I caught up with him over breakfast at Nosh. The short short story packs a powerful message, and in what may appear to be… Read More
RIP, Professor Klug. photo credit: B. Hills
My experience at the famed Hedgebrook/VORTEXT Literary Salon Read More
Where I’ll do some writing this morning.
My boy, at 1 year old.