Marginalia At the back of a paperback pulled off the shelf, I find a few fragments of marginalia jotted years before. I have no recollection of writing these lines. Notes toward a short story? He asked her to meet him in a strange city, at such and such a hotel, on the last Saturday of August. She hadn’t promised she’d read more >>

Jewish The day after the Orlando shooting—my son’s Bar Mitzvah only hours complete—our families are over at the house celebrating. On the lookout for AA batteries, I stop by Lin and Linda’s place. They are sitting in their living room dejectedly, watching television, close to tears. I sit down with them and try to take in the reports. It’s just read more >>

Zines I went to Zine Fest the other day. It was held here in Asheville at the Grey Eagle. A little dark but what a fantastic collection of funky, independent presses, hobbyists and anarchists! About 25 tables. Everything from arts collectives to handmade alt. comic books to punk pamphlets. There was this tragically hip young dude, handsomely tatttoed and pierced; read more >>

Determined She is famous among those of us who pay attention. Famous for walking back and forth along Tunnel and River Roads. She roams as far out as Bee Tree and far into town as the Asheville Mall. That’s about a 10-mile range. You can see her striding determinedly along the edge of the road most every morning and then read more >>

War v Peace Ten minutes into the new Avengers movie I knew I was in trouble. The small theater was full, half with adults with kids and half with adults, and the sound was earthshaking. The movie rumbled like an elephant barreling down a bowling alley. I was expecting it. I’d seen enough blockbusters to know what I was in for. The strangely read more >>