EVERY BALL player worth his jersey will tell you that, for the entirety of a championship game, the roaring crowd will be reduced to one enveloping, panoramic blur. And from that undulating haze of humanity, he will recognize only one face — that of his father. (missing you)
FOR LOSS OF WORDS is about love, loss, the art of photography and a million words. I wrote this piece for a friend of mine after parting ways with her photographer boyfriend. This one’s written from the photog’s point of view. Read by an amazing woman, Christina Gregory (formerly Brownlee), it is one of my…
For Loss of Words (Sit Beside Me Still) — “The Caffeine Chronicles” Number 4. This is my portrait of you. It speaks to me in strange, colored verses, in whispered codes of ancient languages. I often get that illusion. You are not easy to ignore. I’ve long studied its dog-eared corners, one by one, pressed…
This was an informal testimonial i wrote for a female friend. A few months after she read this, I lost her friendship. I’m not sure, but it well could have been the Karaoke comment :) Four years and a few tweaks later, the piece still remains “her,” the friend I now no longer have. –…
My Pretzel Logic 