Fly Fishing and the Paranormal: Leave Anne Rice at Home
I awoke to a jaunty voice shouting, “Let’s go rip some lip!” The aroma of frying bacon and strong coffee invaded my consciousness. Oh, snap: fly fishing! What's Anne Rice got to do with it? The post...
View ArticleA Confluence of Aggression: Young Guns
The atmosphere grew rowdy each night as the sun set and she went about dismantling everyone else emotionally; Young Guns had nothing on her! The post A Confluence of Aggression: Young Guns appeared...
View ArticleLiterary Journalism: the Extraordinary in the Ordinary
An ongoing debate with a close friend as to how I would categorize the material I am producing for this blog launched me on an exploration I have found to be surprisingly weighty. It’s not a new...
View ArticleA Consideration of Noise: Jangle Unchained
A bell clangs at the Catholic church in Siquirres, Costa Rica, as the priest chants into a microphone, the words reverberating into the streets. Welcome to Jangle Unchained! The post A Consideration of...
View ArticleThe Writer’s Notebook: Creating Another Context
A writer’s notebook is one of the most important tools in an author’s arsenal; looking back in mine, I find Bruce Weber writing about Richard Ford. The post The Writer’s Notebook: Creating Another...
View ArticleWhat Price Independence?
The Fourth of July dawns stiflingly hot, beginning the way most of my mornings on the rez do: it's South Dakota and I'm asking, "What Price Independence?" The post What Price Independence? appeared...
View ArticleA Treacherous World of Continual Dissolving
I toss my L.L. Bean duffle bag into the backend of the car as I prepare to leave Steamboat Springs, Colorado. I fumble for the door handle on the old Ford Bronco in the hazy dark, the sunlight still...
View ArticleMake Like Lou Reed: Grab It While You Can
by Saxon Henry A call came through on my cell phone as I walked through Grand Central Terminal one afternoon. It was a number I didn’t recognized so I almost ignored it. Something told me to answer;...
View ArticleRolling Stone’s Tsarnaev Cover: 15 Minutes of Blame
by Saxon Henry A year ago Tuesday at 2:50 p.m., as people cheered Boston Marathoners toward the finish line, two crude bombs exploded on Boylston Street, shredding muscle, shattering bone and...
View ArticleSax and the City: May Day NYC
by Saxon Henry New York City’s Union Square is bedlam when May Day rolls around and I normally steer clear of the area on that day each year for that reason. Last year, I didn’t have a choice but to...
View ArticleDispatch from Amherst: Emily Dickinson Masters Love
I grew up in awe of the poet Emily Dickinson. The brevity of her language coupled with its emotional resonance and the fact she was touted as the epitome of a reclusive genius fascinated me. But that...
View ArticleHistory Repeating: Truth and Embellishment in Maine
The last major New England Indian raid took place in Bethel in 1781. The attack is reenacted to this day: just one instance of history repeating in Maine. The post History Repeating: Truth and...
View ArticleOf Salt Spray and Canvas: Weatherbeaten Maine
I make a slow 360-degree turn, taking in the churning effect of wind and waves, feeling almost queasy as if seasickness is overcoming me. I close my eyes and feel convinced I taste salt spray. I’m not...
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