Color My Missives

The sight lines are sinewy as elbows on old men. The women are tough and smart and beautiful. The streets are smelly and obstreperous. The nights do not end, but stretch out over time like oceans of chaotic promise. The day heaves its breathless asthmatic breath.

The city offers few intelligible utterances, opting […]

I love how green green gets in the last of the sun.

Nothing beats a good montage from an 80’s movie. Not even the homoerotic undertones.

Somewhere along the way all those things that our parents dragged us to become the things we show up for ourselves.

Learning to shoot better is, moreover, a part of learning to see the world differently — through more analytical eyes. Which brings me to Don Imus. This will all make sense, I promise.
My first reaction to the Imus comments was the kind of weary, jaded amusement that I take from everything that seems hopelessly […]