Why should I post a play I wrote at the end of my freshman year at Rice? Because it does seem timeless to me. It seems like one of those wise childhood things we sometimes write and then forget for … Continue reading →
Why does abstract art seem more difficult to me than does representational art? Abstract would seem to be play, and sometimes in fact it’s easy play. But the easy gifts are just that, gifts. The gifts are welcome to an artist, … Continue reading →
The following is offered in homage to my literary beginnings as a fifth grade science fiction author of such works as “February 11, 1971, DOOMSDAY,” “Blast-Off to Eternity,” “MONSTERVILLE, U.S.A.,” and “Journey to the Center of the Sun.” “Fritening Experiences” … Continue reading →
My one and only foray into anything even resembling Texana. Don’t panic. There is no Chapter 2. Chapter 1. Growin’ Up ‘n Plantville When I wuz growin’ up ever day Ma ‘ud yell “Billy, come inta dinner, yuh hear NOW!” … Continue reading →
It’s odd to consider that, by definition, trust begins with complete strangers. Each must assess the level of honesty in the other. There is no “communal trust.” It’s always between two people. A hundred thousand people might trust a writer, … Continue reading →
At 1,793 words my first blog entry may be a little long, but each of the following letters is like one blog post, hopefully easily digested. They came about some time ago as I was battling my way through a … Continue reading →
