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 [...]
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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 »
Back Down To Ioway
Posted in Henry, Ioway, Poems on January 31, 2011 | 2 Comments »
This weekend was all about getting healthy: getting Henry’s sore bum healed and getting Regina healthy too. Everyone (except me) has been sick, which doesn’t make the going any easier for Regina without me around Monday night through Thursday night. Last Thursday in fact, I cut my class short so I could hit the highway [...]
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 [...]
Of Pheasants & Old Friends: Dispatch from Ioway
Posted in Henry, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Ioway on November 2, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
This old house is cold. I’m wearing three layers of garments and laying in bed. I should have more blankets but I keep forgetting to bring them south from Minnesota. I just took a shower to warm up for even a little while. The coffee cup resting on the window-sill has even grown cold. Swan [...]
Dispatch from the Road: Highway 35 Blues
Posted in America, Ioway on October 5, 2010 | 1 Comment »
This was the first drive down to Ioway that really sapped it out of me. Henry was sad to see me go and it was traumatic for me to leave him. Not that our nanny isn’t capable or kind. She is. But Henry and I had a terrific day together running errands and just generally [...]
Apples for Cider
Posted in America, Excess and/or Senses, Fiction, Henry, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Ioway, Thanksgivings on September 21, 2010 | 2 Comments »
I had a terrific weekend spent in the company of my family and the Hanson family of Marion, Ioway. Nights spent drinking cold canned beer. Mornings around the table, eating with children. Eating good, hot food. Outside, always cold rain and the sky alive with lightning and thunder. Football on the television. Amongst family. Driving [...]
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 [...]
Workshop, Day #2 With James Alan McPherson
Posted in Fiction, Iowa Writer's Workshop, Ioway, Thanksgivings on September 1, 2010 | 4 Comments »
Tuesdays are “busy” down here in Ioway. I don’t start moving very early, so there is time to make a French-press of Johnson Brothers Coffee. Tomorrow I’ll brew a batch of Stumptown. I then drive downtown to the English/Philosophy Building (EPB) where I sit in my office for several hours, scheming a lesson plan [...]
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