One year left. In a scant five days I’ll be back down to Ioway. Am I excited? In some ways. I’m ready for the structure of my teaching and learning, ready for the deadlines of Workshop and for the peculiar atmosphere of Ioway City where all my friends and colleagues are all interested in literature [...]
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Ioway or Bust
Posted in Books Read/ing, Fiction, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Poems, Thanksgivings on August 16, 2011 | 2 Comments »
With or Without Me
Posted in Books Read/ing, Henry, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Music on July 25, 2011 | 1 Comment »
On Saturday night Regina was fortunate enough to attend the U2 concert at TCF Stadium. Her ticket was in a luxury box with great food and easy parking and she experienced the concert with other attorneys from her firm. It was a stormy night in the Twin Cities and despite the rain U2 played a [...]
To Be Two
Posted in Books Read/ing, Henry, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Thanksgivings on July 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
This summer has flown by. Even with the withering heat and humidity, the days seem to race by. Everything has been easy and fluid – no forced sorties down to Ioway. No grading papers. No requisite workshop letter-writing. No emails to answer from students. Just pleasant mornings with Henry. Cereal and milk and oatmeal and [...]
Summer Half Gone
Posted in Books Read/ing, Henry, Poems, Thanksgivings on June 28, 2011 | 1 Comment »
It feels that way – that pretty soon I’ll be back on Highway 35 heading down to Ioway. In truth, I still have a little less than two months here in Minnesota with Regina and Henry, but I am astonished at quickly the time has flown by. And I haven’t been as effective as I [...]
Morels, Spring 2011
Posted in Books Read/ing, Food + Beer + Wine on May 24, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
This past Saturday I headed out into the woods near Strum, Wisconsin with my father-in-law Jim, there to hunt the elusive and expensive (presently about $32 a pound) morel mushroom. Meteorologically, the day was shitty: intermittent light to heavy rain, overcast, with gusting winds. Yet we pushed on. Inside his pickup truck we’d pull to [...]
The Back of My Hands
Posted in Books Read/ing, Excess and/or Senses, Fiction, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Ioway on May 3, 2011 | 1 Comment »
Last week, settling down in front of my laptop, trying to think of some kind of Facebook status update, I thought I know these roads like the back of my hands. But I’m becoming tired of Facebook, so I didn’t write anything at all. Then, on Friday, back in the car and driving north to [...]
Sundogs and the American Highway
Posted in America, Books Read/ing, Fiction, Henry, Poems on February 11, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The easiest thing I suppose, is for people to talk to me about the driving, and they’re always nice and sympathetic. It must be tough they say. So many miles, so many hours. But there really isn’t any other way for us to make this thing work, so I’ve always just pushed through. Done the [...]
Back To School
Posted in Books Read/ing, Cinema, Fiction, Henry, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Ioway, Poems on January 14, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Come Monday, I’ll be back on the road. Driving south down to Ioway. What a terrific month it has been. I am ready to get back to my studies, my teaching, my writing, my reading, my friends, and my academic routine. But a month at home with Henry has been amazing. I am already excited [...]
Good Angel, Bad Devil, Same Day
Posted in Books Read/ing, Fiction, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Ioway, Poems on September 2, 2010 | 3 Comments »
My Wednesdays are surreal. Only two classes, both of which I’m taking as a student. No teaching duties on Wednesdays. I sit in two different classrooms and listen to the lectures of two flat-out geniuses. Big brained people. But two, totally different minds, personalities, and styles. I’m taking a class on the poetry of James [...]
Godspeed Walt Whitman
Posted in America, Books Read/ing, Excess and/or Senses, Poems, Thanksgivings on August 26, 2010 | 6 Comments »
Teaching today was a joy. As depressing as my first class period was, today’s class period felt joyous, organic, natural, right. I taught Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”. He is likely my favorite poet of all time. I had the students try to identify a twelve line passage from the poem which would inform how [...]
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