A boy who will not go back to school in person for some time. A town/state/world divided.
That I have seen. A delightful surprise.
As the fires burn the west, the fire sun visits Oklahoma.
In the spring I stepped in as the president of the Creative Writers Association at the university I’m at. Normally, we hold our monthly graduate readings at this great dive-ish bar across from the English department. But now that we are on Zoom for much of life, we have had to adapt. Welcome to my hosting station, from the living room. It’s interesting about how, a year ago, I wouldn’t have guessed this scenario. Is that wonder?
I don’t know about you but I LOVE pictures that were taken when I wasn’t around. I wish there was a way to time travel, be on this deck, groovin’ with my in-laws and their friends. Can someone invent this?
The joy I’m seeing old friends who you haven’t played with since March.
Especially during the pandemic where we see no one.
Called, “The Frog in the Log” painted by our neighbor, written by me.
By the brilliant Tanaka Tatsuya.