The sun relented behind the river bank, yet dusk’s glow did not bring cooler air. And despite the persistent heat, we positioned our seasoned chairs into a familiar ring. We were camping, so it wasn’t like we had much choice… Read More ›
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The Mower in the Window
She danced in the den, swinging from the door to the open window. She protected our secret through whatever addiction served her. The glare behind her loose curls told me everything. I walked past her, and wondered if I whispered:… Read More ›
Write City, Without Words
Sound City, directed by David Grohl, documents the infamous and turbulent times of the now defunct recording studio of the same name. Let me just say, it’s an incredible film (if I get a hankering, I may post a review). … Read More ›
Time Zones, A Poem
Well, in the name of putting myself out there, I’m posting a poem (I hear there is a cold front in Hell). God speed readers of eD. God speed. in the time zones the time knows when you sleep i… Read More ›
Steam Words to Taste
In moments of uncertainty, I remind myself that cold water can make warm water feel hot. The inverse is also true, walk out of a steam room in Bangkok and there is a good chance of a chill. Ah, like… Read More ›
Holy Pozole, I’ve Been Here Before
Wait a minute, I’ve been here before. It’s not just the familiar smell of taquitos cooking in corn oil or the crisp smell of lime squeezed over a paper bowl of pozole. Nor is it the effortless Spanish voices behind… Read More ›
It Goes With Saying
Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the… Read More ›
A Small Wedge of Pi
In general nothing is free, but sometimes nothing will set you back a few shillings. I know, grammatically speaking, I couldn’t be more wrong. And, by the way, who still uses shillings? Let me try to explain. Since I started… Read More ›
Tool Cool for Drool
The other morning, I was accidental cool. I pulled onto the Bay Bridge just as the sun rose over Oakland. I sipped at my coffee and tried to enjoy the early morning sun. Within moments, the glare hit me and… Read More ›
In Memory of My Sister (Three Years)
On the second lane from the left, there is a huge pothole. I drive by it almost every day. I know exactly where it is and I can always feel it coming. Sometimes, I make sure to be in a… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 