“I think writing long is an American disease. There’s a view now, firmly entrenched and barely conscious, that you can’t write a significant book unless it’s seven or eight hundred pages long, which I think is unfortunate. It’s certainly unfortunate for readers. Often, really good things are embedded [...]
I slept music the whole night long—guitar strumming, the in-and-exhale of accordion breath, dreamy melodies voiced by reverbed guitar, and the pulse of feet tapping on hard wood floors—I lay there swimming in notes, as if sleeping fresh off a bottle of wine, in and out of consciousness.
We had met at M’s place, the three [...]
February, February, you are a fickle lass, aren’t you? On Saturday, you warmed the sky enough that I shed my jacket and the long sleeves underneath. I walked around the town square with only a t-shirt, jeans, a pair of shoes-no-socks on. Sunday, my coat rested on the car’s rear seat from morning through [...]