At last, I was here
I stared at his monument in awe, flushed and a little woozy, thinking about how much this long-haired, leather-clad icon has meant to me over the years. The makeshift … Continue reading >>
Extraordinary poet
I first learned of his strangely bizarre prose poems from poet Stephen Dunn in a workshop at Cranbrook in Michigan. Dunn said that Edson's book, THE TUNNEL: Selected Poems, was all … Continue reading >>
A True Fan
My ninety-one year old mother is a spunky, lifelong baseball fan. Thelma grew up in Cleveland, and she was in the stadium, cheering wildly, when the Indians won the world series in 1948. At … Continue reading >>
Detroit’s own
Elmore Leonard is quoted as saying “There are cities that get by on their good looks. Detroit has to work for a living.” He was born in New Orleans but moved to Detroit as a boy, and … Continue reading >>
From my daily walks with Clementine, I see the Fourth Street goose sisters have been going through a monthly metamorphosis. For spring, as I posted earlier, the front porch … Continue reading >>
Another goose spotting:
After thinking that I'd found all the dressed goose statues in my neighborhood, I found this fowl a block from home, on a Sunday evening walk with Clementine after a … Continue reading >>
