Do not mistake this god deep silence for disapproval or conceit. Or American arrogance, whatever you take that to be: I have come from Oklahoma with a banjo on my knee. Some people push the words out fast. They spit …

 I wrote this back in 1999. Near the end of the 1960s, a Gallup poll designed to sound the depths of American cynicism turned up the interesting factoid that there was but one American who could still be considered an …

Stick around to the end and your monkey plays a song.

Is it so bizarre to commemorate the anniversary of a star’s death? Americans have always converted dead celebrities into durable cultural phenomena–remember Jim Morrison on the cover of Rolling Stone : “He’s Hot, He’s Sexy and He’s Dead.” The people …

SSO YOU SHOULD NEVER READ THE COMMENTS (for Jef Rouner et. al.) In his own heart, every man is pure. What discharges is like weather unbidden and deep roiling, the product of some butterfly beating its wings in La Paz, …

I’d forgotten I’d written this. It’s from 1994 and it’s in my 1997 book The Shortstop’s Son, which you can still order online. My father was a Dodger fan. My earliest memory involves a blue and white T-shirt emblazoned with …

The Kindness by Polly Samson (Bloomsbury, 294 pages) Reviewed by Karen Martin for blood, dirt & angels The story, although a decent enough mystery, isn’t the big deal here. It’s all about texture, sensory input, meaningful details in conversations and …

Sent our way this afternoon:     Trump Stakes   The Donald called me a liar when I told him That the word travel comes from a Latin word Having to do with torture.  When I suggested That, when he gets around …

before it gets written over remember the red snowsuit and the squawky tension of the chain that held the rubber swing seat and about forty pounds of me let go into a New York sky forever for a second hung …

I hope to run into this gentleman today at the Arkansas Literary Festival.