Chicken screed

“Chicken in the backyard!” Anthony blurted as he blurred by. It was not the first time this alert has been sounded, but it still took me by surprise. After all, we live in the city and do not maintain poultry. I recalled a line from an E.B. White essay, which I believe appears as both... Continue Reading →

No book is an ‘Island’

How did Richard Wilson’s The Island Within elude me all these years? I feel like Sammy Potts, the righteously testy pubescent “author” of my favorite Onion column who has reached age 12 without having been informed of the “elegant awesomeness” and “incredible kick-assness” of Bruce Lee. But seriously, no one had my back on this?... Continue Reading →

Howl on wheels

“God bless you!” the young woman yelled from the minivan as it moved slowly through the intersection beside us. I looked up, startled; I had not sneezed. But I quickly picked up her wavelength. “For what you’re doing,” she clarified. She was being charitable about a perceived charity. The vehicle rolled on before I could... Continue Reading →

Spring: Music to our ears

We sped west against the wind, accompanied by something buoyant and Baroque beamed from the classical radio station in the city Wyatt the dog and I were leaving behind. The music faded to static in the Front Range foothills before I could learn the composer. It was a moonless Sunday morning, “bible black” to borrow... Continue Reading →

The tail of another year

For all the idiocy and death jammed into it, 2016 seemed an especially fleet year. Maybe it was the leap day. Per Thomas Mann in The Magic Mountain, I neither celebrate 2016’s demise nor 2017’s arrival: “Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce... Continue Reading →

Love and peace to everyone

I heard the howls on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of treats on Earth, good will toward men. (Art and words by Anthony Groen. Apologies to The Beach Boys, Bing Crosby, Mariah Carey, The Jackson 5, The Chipmunks and David Seville, and Ray Charles.)

Love won’t keep us together

In the wake of the national embarrassment/lurking catastrophe that is President-elect Donald Trump, I have much admiration for those who preach “healing,” “coming together” and “loving one another despite our differences,” all, incidentally, the same types of sentiments we spew after a mass shooting or act of terrorism. I tried to follow in their path,... Continue Reading →

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