Tag Archives: Scotland

The Fall of 2015 | The Chauffeur’s Flat

Posted on November 12, 2017 by

We fell asleep with the laptop on watching Bob Ross the painter dragging colors down to form a reflection, shapes along the shorelines in reverse. And I went back to poking a coal of memory, a no-name place in the … Continue reading →

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The Fall of 2015 | 90-day family road trip, UK

Posted on October 22, 2017 by

We were living in Germany but didn’t have a visa and had to leave for three months, had to leave the Schengen and most of Western Europe: so we decided on the UK because they spoke English there and we … Continue reading →

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The Firth of Forth

Posted on October 17, 2017 by

In the morning it was darker than we remembered it—Lily called out to Alexa three times to change the alarm, and I went downstairs to start the coffee, to check my phone. My vision was bad from the bug that … Continue reading →

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Wednesday’s twilight anthem

Posted on September 21, 2017 by

The Jupiter’s Beard is fanned-out pornographic in our front yard, exposed to the root. And the grass is so dead, it’s what Gregg Allman’s beard must have looked like before he died, the same gold-straw color, drawn out thick. It’s … Continue reading →

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The last of the 8 o’clock sunsets

Posted on August 27, 2017 by

The clouds are dragon tongues, painted Nordic boats and they blow me back to Scotland, to the fall, to shrill winds and leafless trees, to the comfort of wool and soup, smoked fish, and sleep. Now the shrubs are shriveled, … Continue reading →

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A day in the life, a life in the day

Posted on November 29, 2016 by

29 Nov 16: Tuesday, got home from work, really felt like a man, spit in the toilet, regarded my slacks, my pose, thought I should heat the hot tub for later. Realized how petty I was and didn’t care, gloating … Continue reading →

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Frou-frou foxes in midsummer fires

Posted on August 16, 2016 by

I dropped the kids off at theater camp with the other awkward-looking children not cut out for sports, pale and withdrawn, future artists: and Charlotte’s outfit, a riot of stripes and patterns — she’s still doing that thing where she … Continue reading →

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