something happens next

always. every time.

  • Last week, morning walk: mist rising off the playing fields, frost on peaked roofs. Winter here starts in December, cold mornings and rain if we’re lucky. Since then, we are…

  • When I first started blogging, I had just started working at Google. I blogged not for visibility, but to create a collection of personal bookmarks online. As I remember it,…

  • I was fond of Twitter. I liked its sense of public forum, I liked its lack of ambiguity in knowing who’d see what when I posted. I liked reading Joyce…

  • dear markdownI want you to work betterfor poetry Today’s my birthday. I’m gifting myself time to think: what do I want next? How might I get there? And so I…

  • Last week, a headline ran in the local newspaper: storm coming! More rain than we’ve had all year!  It netted out to about half an inch.  It was probably the…

  • Two years ago today, I took a photograph of the parking lot at the office. It was emptier than I’d ever seen it on a business day. Two years ago,…