This world is crazy weird. People are out doing wild and unexplainable things, living and dying in wild and unexplainable ways. The madness is a religion and I want awe to be my practice. Seth Fried’s stories make me want to stand up somewhere, somewhere high where people will see me, and let rip a…
I found Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones in a small-town library four years ago. It was an accident — I was looking for a book of poems. I read it that night in a dim attic bedroom with the sloped ceiling crushing my neck. I also read it on a summer beach in Wellfleet,…
