Letters, autobiographical stories, essays, fiction and other writings.

The Chipmunk King comes to Colorado

I squealed, so high and loud the chipmunks stopped dead in their merry pouncings of the woodlands to cock their heads and wonder if the long prophesied Great Chipmunk God had finally returned. But it was no rodent king; it was me.

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Coffee shop thoughts on a rainy day

We sit in lumpy sofas and benches and high stools looking out onto the wet street. A young woman plays a guitar. A young man sits nearby and seems at great risk to crumble into pieces upon the floor.

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Contemplating my grandfather

Every day, almost to his last day, he climbed in his truck before daybreak and set out, usually with a dog, on empty roads into the empty prairie to check on the wells, one by one, heaving wrenches and bending his back. He was always alone.

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Walden and I come to the end of our road

A friend said such guilt is absurd, that it is my mindset that people envy—the leaping, not where I land. I don't know. I only know there is never a going backwards. We take with us every experience and each brings us closer to some truth we can’t yet see.

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Chased out of camp by Florida cougars

Last week in Texas I was surprised by a wild boar ten feet from my door. But now I don't know what's scarier—the thought of opening my door to a wild boar, or to a drunk, horny menopausal woman?

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TX, LA, MS, AL, Georgia—and love

They all were the same woman, and the pearls her necklace wrapping all around, showing me her soft curves and the sex and beauty of her everything; her tender flaws, her shaded fears, her laughing shoulders, her heart wishing me to hold it.

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Where is everyone rushing?

Keep your Emptiness conquered and your Pure Lands and eternal happiness and peace everlasting, for I'll live in Now and look for beauty in all things we humans do and feel and fuck up.

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We come to the frosted rim of the sea

Perhaps the morning will bring warmth for us all. Perhaps the gulls will wake me, as they did yesterday, walking atop the roof, the sound of their tapping feet inspiring my dreams of paperclip squalls.

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Walden and I start another adventure

And there are people here in the soggy forgotten towns. The house foreclosed and mommy shaking and daddy quiet and the little girl holding her teddy bear with hands in prayer. She's sleeping now, so we'll let her be.

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Christmas Eve with a dog and evil Santa

You think yourself flawed and believe your flaws have caused many terrible things to pass. But if you could sit on a porch and look back upon yourself, you might see your place at the center of a beautifully meaningful life.

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