Alternate stanza, less bulky: “her children avalanches,/ playing hide-and-seek/ from mountain passes”
Poem in Progress: Winter Fallen
Possible revision: “nursing your coffee” Revision: “writing your story” instead of “planning your future.” Revision: “uncles and aunts.” Revision: “huddled in boxes?”
Behind Enemy Lines (New Draft)
New edit: “Telephone lines flail in the wind” (Better rhythm, avoids another indefinite article) Correction: “into a hospital” was the intended wording.
A Return to Boston
I’m in Boston for spring break, and today is Saint Patrick’s Day. I’m staying in Allston, which is between my two main destinations: Boston College and Downtown. (This is also the area in which my parents grew up, met, and wed–Brighton, really.) The hotel is a thirty-minute walk to Allston Station, so I’m still getting…
Flann O’Brien: His Writing Process and His Typewriters
I’m currently engaging in research on Brian O’Nolan’s unfinished novel, Slattery Sago Saga. This research involves a genetic analysis of his handwritten manuscripts and typescripts, some of which are held at the Morris Library at Southern Illinois University. I received scanned copies of those from the library’s enormously helpful research specialist. Other manuscripts are held…
Escapism, Denialism, and a Dose of Nihilism
Wish I had skates that day.
Poem for Eliezane
Haven’t had much time for creative writing lately, and my typewriters have been giving me sad-dog eyes. I dreamt this up for Eliezane last night. I woke up at around 4AM with the words swirling in my brain. Now the dogs are playing.
Making Amends for Past Typewriter Sins
Tomorrow is National Typewriter Day–and, coincidentally, my birthday. New Mexico has had some rain for the last few days. Hopefully the fires in Ruidoso will be contained. Since I can’t mountain-bike in mud, I decided to address some long neglected issues: typewriter repairs. A couple of my typewriters were damaged when I made the move…
The Untimely Typewriter:Daily Writings Against the Tides of Distraction 
