____________________________________________________________________________ “WHO CAN SAY WHAT EVENTS FORMED HIS OWN CHARACTER?

Too many occur in the twilight of early childhood. The mind lives in half-remembered experiences of uncertain valence, where self-deception twists memory further from truth with every passing year.”


-E.O. Wilson, Naturalist






memory, is built around a small collection of dominating images. In one of my own from the age  of seven, I stand in the shallows off Paradise Beach, staring down at a huge jellyfish in water so still and clear that its every detail is revealed as though it were trapped in glass. The creature is astonishing. It existed outside my previous imagination.”


– E.O. Wilson, Naturalist


my cab driver didn't want to read my debit card number
 over the phone because it had
three sixes in a row


the up side
to blurred vision
on a lit night,  the dewy green
 armed with a beautiful boy-- a fading, failing girl
everything is beautiful
shrouded  in  fog


Dad cracked me up the other day. Via text, I asked for his blood type, to which his response was an interrogation about who I was planning to give my kidney (peculiarly astute on his part). However, that’s where the astuteness ended.

I gave him a run down on everything I had researched about living liver donations (actually, it was everything my brother had researched for me… and in impressive, near-real-time speed… since, in Mike’s own words, “When you have a sister who switches from water fasts to organ donations, you learn to be quick with your online research skills.”

Anyways, back to dad’s priceless text response: “No, forget it. Let Carrie, your sister, give both of hers…you keep yours.”

This reply was revealing on multiple levels:

1. (Explicit) His feigned, wanton disregard for my sister’s life.

2. (Unconscious) His lack of awareness of human anatomy (a subject my mom happens to teach).

“Dad, I think you’re thinking of kidneys…we only have one liver.”


3. His (unconscious) affirmation of 1.  My sister’s (i.e. his biological child’s) name is, in fact, spelled C A R Y (not “Carrie”).


Sean was saying how crazy-tired parents look when they come to pick up their kids from the after school program where he works (presumably, at the end of the parent’s work day). Likewise, Sean is always recounting how wild and crazy the kids are: sometimes comical, sometimes outrageous (usually, its both). According to Sean, “Having one kid, I can get…maybe, as some  sort of inopportune,  hard-wired psychological human drive to procreate as a means to cope with human existential angst. Having two kids, you’re pushing it, but maybe so the first kid can have a peer, y’know, learn how to interact with authority and equals.” But, Sean added: “More than two kids and, according to Sean, “You are f#%@ing crazy. Period. You are out of your f%$&ng mind. And if you’re not, you’re sure going to be.”



drowning in real life doesn't look like drowning in the movies,
it is much quieter & more likely to go unnoticed