the presence of absence
What is the sound made by a blogger not blogging? Is a blogger no longer a blogger if the blogging is not blogged about? These are questions to be considered, maybe not as seated in zazen, but merely in standing thought. Life, after all, happens.
I’m no stranger to radio silence. Or some brief and unexpected [...]
autobiopornofictionography
I guess I have a thing about truth. Or, really, I know I do. I have a code of honesty, though, like the truth itself, it’s convoluted.
My writing on Birds Are Smart is what I call autobiopornofictionography. (I just googled that word and found no results. I’d like to introduce this very necessary term. Bloggers, [...]