…but you’ve still got a shot at the rump roast.

This portrait hangs beside my writing desk. Michael and Barry. My keyboard reflected in the glass. A few months ago a big trucker in a sleeveless t-shirt came to the…View post

I’ve written of him many times, but for those of you wondering about the Barry referenced in this poem from Eaux Claires, here is a well-written synopsis.

Leveraging meaningless coincidence for a self-promotional post: Today is Michel de Montaigne’s 485th birthday. I wrote a book about Montaigne and I wrote a book called Population 485.

Thank you to Sophie, who was reading Population 485 during a volunteer medical trip to Manaugua.