On Meeting Alexander Calder: An Essay

He wore a hardhat and mustard-colored overalls, a working man’s uniform like the other men on the site. His demeanor said he was the one in charge. A small crew of younger guys looked to him for direction as their towering crane slowly inched elephantine slabs of curved, unpainted, unburnished...

On the Sea

Saltwater jerks & spitsbeneath all keels. Unwilling beast to carry ambitions across the world.Carriersleeps, dreams terror,storms, red sunfailing in the dimwest. Weigh the currentscurses for names,broken & unknown,an egress tolegal fictions:borders, love, & dregs of worldly goods.Waves, somewhere,lying calm, munch down the moon. Read More in Poetry

My Normal Heart

This sounds narcissistic, but every few months, when I have a quiet moment, I like to take out my electrocardiogram and look at it. Oh, it is entirely normal, and maybe that is the point. I marvel at the tall narrow QRS complexes marching regularly across the page at 66 beats per minute, each followed... Continue Reading →

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