Mow Me DownHe was mowing the ditch, not with a string cutterbut with a heavy moweras I walked by he felt he needed to explain –he was shirtless because of this...
"The recurring images that I have for this new piece have been relating to how I grew up, and fundamental mid-life questions of love, identity, and home."
Globe-Spinning
To make my own book about a voyage to Japanwhen I was nine, I clipped color picturesfrom a travel magazine, pretendingI’d set sail, arrived...
"One of the things about being a writer is that it’s a solitary occupation. One of the great pleasures of my life was the few times when I’ve been it and done it with other people. The most intense version of that was the four years I spent at Harvard working on The Crimson, the newspaper."
Where Vessels Go to Die
Did you think of shipyards, things that sail the seasWhen you heard vessels- I am thinking of the gloriousUruli, peepa,kodam…Grand,...
I didn’t feel any pressure to be good. I didn’t feel any pressure for the music to be good. I really didn’t care. Unfortunately maybe it’s cause the pendulum had swung back from this incredibly stressful experience.
Fox Cubs
It was a cold day,the kind of cold only clearweather brings.that hardens the earthand makes life scarce.
There was something ignobleabout the hunk of...