The longer it all goes on, all those things that infect us every day, the more I say throw it all out and go make art. There have been a few of my friends over the last few weeks who have asked me “What is art?” Good question. I reallyContinue Reading
I live in a small town on the edge of Boulder County. It’s a town of about 90,000 people. I realize that it may not be considered a small town in the broadest sense, it is a small town to me. There are plenty of advantages to being in aContinue Reading
I have labored under the assumption that our time has becoming increasingly limited with all the twenty-four hour conveniences and constant connectivity. I think the instant information and the fast food has, for some reason, made our time dwindle or disappear outright. I have very little scientific reasoning for this,Continue Reading
I can blame all of my social thought on one thing. It’s this: what goes on around me is not the way I feel inside. I mean, I live in a small, but congested town. I work, very part time, in a restaurant. I am forced to mix with people,Continue Reading
I have a neighbor who baffles me in just about every way. This neighbor taxes my imagination and my patience. This neighbor is the exact reason why I am so critical of just about every one of my countrymen. Before I go further, please know that I am not judgmental,Continue Reading
Since our recent trip to Salt Lake City, my four and a half year old son has been fascinated with airplanes. We have been building Lego airplanes. We have looked at pictures of airplanes. We have read books about airplanes. His enthusiasm, of course, is contagious. When the subject ofContinue Reading
It’s happening again as it has happened before and I am certain it will all happen again. We were in the garage at my mother’s house a few days back. As we were taking off our shoes, I whispered to my wife: “I wish I wasn’t such an asshole.” IContinue Reading
Where were you in the summer of 1997? I was at Camp Dietler. I spent the summer as the shooting sports director. The job required me to load shotgun shells most of the day and in the afternoon, I taught kids how to shoot a shotgun. A shotgun. I’ve neverContinue Reading
In the last 25 years, maybe longer, I can count the number of months I’ve lived in a house with a Television. I lived with Nic at 901 Sherman, in Denver, between September 1996 and December 1997. I was there during the school year, three semesters worth. During the summers,Continue Reading
Hogan, Phydella. Matchesticks. Lost Creek Press, AK: 1992. Khayyam, Omar. The Rubaiyat of. Edward Fitzgerald, ed. Kindle Digital File. O’Toole, Gregory. Big City Freight Train Blues: Denver POems. Ghost Road Press: 2005. Thorndyke, Padma Jared. Eating Totem, the Mossbeard Poems. Turkey Buzzard Press, CO: 2008. Charbon, Michael. Wonder Boys. Picador,Continue Reading