A master at both flatpicking and fingerstyle guitar, Doc Watson (1923-2012) had a profound influence on American traditional, folk and bluegrass music ever since coming to national attention in the … Continue reading →
My Filipino-American breakfast of the 60s was the local Briggs brand pork sausage patties, sunny-side up eggs, and rice, with the runny yolks broken over the rice, and the rice … Continue reading →
In this fascinating experiment, a film by Vittorio de Sica and a contemporary recut by David O. Selznick are examined side-by-side in order to understand the difference between Sica’s neorealistic … Continue reading →
I’ve been thinking about all the conversations about whether or not poetry “matters” in this culture and thinking maybe it’s a silly question. We have a country on the verge … Continue reading →
[ed. note: This is the preface to The Visit by Sharon Doubiago, published by Wild Ocean Press] Jack Retasket is a Native American/Canadian Shuswap-Lillooet (Statlmx) survivor of Kamloops Indian Residential … Continue reading →
1 It is a ship sinking with its hold of spices and crew of ghosts. A young boy is picking a flower with a mysterious name and scent he will … Continue reading →
If I were better at facilitating meetings I might have something resembling a career by now. If I could pursue a lifestyle instead of just being alive, my coworkers might … Continue reading →
true grit; found dovetail wood box, found vintage metal horse, found kitchen stainer, vintage matchbook covers, beads, old broken German doll heads, Jim Beam whiskey stirrers, buttons, beads, keys, hardware, … Continue reading →
I go for days forgetting these pictures – bare brown bodies stained and curled on cement floors or cowering in a corner, the dog’s teeth more real than the man’s … Continue reading →
. Jerry looked better than any hog-faced man should, a Porky Pig grin always on his face, happy to meet us each time he came around to fix what had … Continue reading →
. Hate pulls up a bar stool to watch the All-Star Game in city neighborhoods and on country roads all over the land. Hate roots for the American League. Hate … Continue reading →
All I remember is that it was a beautiful sunny day when my mother came out of the fast food restaurant downtown near the bus station and walked to the … Continue reading →
Fifty years ago, I found myself in the war-ravaged former nation of Okinawa, where some of the fiercest battles of the Pacific War had taken place, and where I began … Continue reading →
When I was living in Texas in the 70s, I read a book on lucid dreaming that offered a technology of participating in my dreams. I had always been a … Continue reading →