Circling Crows

It was one of those days where you realize that "sky" is just another human construct, that the sky starts wherever the ground end...

In my last post about the rotola -- more than seven months ago now -- I made optimistic descriptions of what would come next and how I'd...

Last Friday, April 30th, I hung up with my last patient of the day and ran down the stairs from my home office to hug my daughter for the fi...

Before I pick up where I left off with this instrument, I need to revisit what to call it:  in going through some old notes, I saw that my i...

Saturday, March 14th, 2020 was the last day I worked in my office and I mark it as the beginning of quarantine/isolation for my family and m...

Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground, Mother Earth will swallow you, Lay your body down. -- Stephen Stills, from " Find the C...

In the early hours of New Year's Day 2011, the thought having been nagging me for some weeks, I passed my insomnic hours while visiting ...