I remember The sea shattered and all your hands could do was keep scooping like mechanical diggers each shovelful you tipped slid back to your feet no matter who mentioned a house a chimney a …

The Privilege of Watching Neighborhood Baseball Let’s end the night with an image, a lean on the wall by the window while children in the field across the street play baseball late evening in February. …

Media bites proliferate like malarial mosquito bites— from playschool we have passed to the play place of our kitchens which rule a world where bedrooms merely twitter. Twice bitten you might say when another sound-bite …