POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
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The Point of Excellence?
There’s no reason to think that they were among the more interesting of the people living then, the most intelligent, the most clever. But they built the bridge: the object, conduit, magic portal that made this connection. Through some fluke of archaeology, this anonymous bit of humanity endured.
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Miss Me
What I have to keep in mind is that I may not have yet written the chapter that the person I am here for needs to read. Might be my boys. Might be a student. Might be a stranger. But it is arrogant to censor myself out of feelings of inadequacy. (Still not sure I’ve…
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The Post Modern Story
If you were to wake tomorrow in a hospital bed and no one claimed you. You would have to begin to forge an identity. To get to know yourself. And, as much as we want to live in the present, we only know how we fit into the larger story when looking at the past.…
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Jimmy Carter and Being Real
She’s well over 15. Over 100 in dog years. She rarely complains. And on walks, she still stops in open spaces and challenges me to a game of tag. And she, still, never takes shit from other dogs. Vulnerability is not weakness. I see that when I look at her. Right now, she is the…
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… because trekking through Tibet isn’t on my to do list.
This is me, not walking the Camino, not spending a year at an ashram, but me living the life I have chosen, with all its routines, obligations, and joys. This is me, moving on, finding inspiration in Sondheim:
