The Odyssey of Jim

another preview of the novel What Matters ***          This is the scene: it’s a 100 degree day and Jim is sitting on a bench in the shade at a bus stop at Riverview, Kansas, where there has not been a river since the 1930’s...

What matters is the poetry

*** [A portion of ongoing novel]          Without our poetry, we cannot be. Not as human beings. Perhaps as cogs. The machine can feed us with tubes and shower us with hoses, and pair us off on the internet as it sees fit, to...

What matters

about novel truth  *** The common ground          As always, the first matter is where to begin.          This is a story of what I believe to be an extraordinary friendship. It is...

On the dying of time

And the absence of Flapdragons [A bit of the novel in progress, A Republic of Books, to be found growing elsewhere on this ethereal site.] For all of my life I have been taught and heard repeatedly all the wrong things about writing, and about how to write. I think of...