I’m not in my body. I’m always in my head, existing in fantasy. I’m learning to be in my body. “Learning,” you see, is what you do with your mind. “Feeling” is what you do with your body. I’m not in my body. I’m not in. That is, I’m out…

I have fallen hard from the intention, the cliffs, into the base depths of sea, rubble — The tornado wiped it all away. I’m here, impossible, seeking through rubble and tin to find — A few belongings, memories, meanings in the new old world. Fantasy is the encounter with the…

“Write a Western script about the Grateful Dead” First Attempt Act 1: The sun is setting on a dusty town in the Wild West. A group of cowboys are sitting on the porch of the saloon, passing around a bottle of whiskey. One of them, a young man with long hair and…

In the future, there will be these pockets of lights in different parts of the world and in a way these will be invisible planets on this planet. …

Anne Lamott’s “One-Inch Picture Frame” for writing one true thing. “Good writing is about telling the truth.” — Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life So you sit down to tell the truth, with every intention of telling the truth. This is what you want to…

Chapter Two in A Century of Terror Previous | Next The lady What does he know of her? Her name is Sybil. Wife of an unnamed lord of Louisiana. A nobody, really. …

I went to a class today at Red Door Yoga. It was nice. Sometimes it’s not nice. Sometimes you’re moving in the flow and dripping in sweat and quads burning and arms shaking and it feels like … well, yoga. But today was nice. At the end of practice, you…

Chapter One: Private Wars — 7 There was a lord in the province of Louisiana whose name is lost. The Lord came to Atlanta to make some entreaties for the loan of soliders for some reason or another. No doubt some band of thieves or would-be rebels was ransacking the Mississippi villages. …