Portrait of the Artist as

Frank writes me Wednesday morning to say Olivia called in sick and he’s trying to find a new model for that day’s class. I write back that we’ll manage. Not to worry about it. I pack my book along with the Bluetooth speaker I always bring and start the ride west. Three years ago whenContinue reading “Portrait of the Artist as”


It’s Super Bowl Sunday and Mike has the game on. It’s jarring to see a TV flickering in this room. Mercifully, the sound is off. There are a few drinkers but no one but him is watching. I brought dinner from the Turkish place across the street and eat while the halftime show runs. PrestonContinue reading “Fumble”

Attention must be paid

I’m playing another memory game. I want to recollect the books I’ve read. Because there are no diaries or commonplace books or journals to refer to, I start by listing the books I’ve reviewed. Then I go to my Chicago Public Library account and scroll through the history but it turns out to be 95%Continue reading “Attention must be paid”