An audio offshoot from the Feedback Underground Quarterly, a music and comic ‘zine published in Chicago during the ’90s, featuring…
The water is music. A song, flowing along, with familiar passages and themes, but always changing. Sometimes raucous, sometimes placid,…
Somewhere along the line I stopped drawing. This is one of my last few sketchbook pages, from around September of…
When it comes to self-improvement goals and the traditional re-boot moment at midnight on New Year’s Eve, the word “resolution”…
As I understand it, today is National Read A Book Day. One of those made-up days designed to commemorate some…
At yesterday morning’s yoga session, the instructor reminded the class that this is a “practice” – it doesn’t have to…
There have been days when the clouds build. They grow heavier throughout the day, piling up, and sagging low over…
Having just returned from New Orleans, ancient crocodilians and the elemental physics of gravity are on my mind.
The trajectories of physical objects are curved by the proximity of other objects. The contours of the riverbed are reshaped…
This time of year, the wild irises are blooming in the river, and ebony jewelwings are fluttering around. Here is…