Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

From an old notebook, Chania, Crete, May, 1996: “Talk will save us.”—Bitsy “Bitsy”—that’s the name she went by. A professor of English and history on leave from a U.S. Navy supply ship at port in Sondra. We’d been together less … Continue reading →

In the mid 1990’s, Franklin, my therapist, suggested that I do a self-portrait of myself as a naked child. The assignment was designed to liberate an innocent, joyful, spontaneous spirit from the anxious, striving, and self-conscious man I had, by … Continue reading →

She was a good-looking woman, though I didn’t appreciate it at the time. Greek. Ourania, her name. After the planet Uranus, third largest and seventh from the sun. Pronounced: ooh-ray-née-yah. Small, dark, petite. She came into the snack bar of … Continue reading →

“The king hath yesterday declared his revolution of setting a fashion for clothes which he will never alter. It will be a vest. I know not well how, but it is to teach nobility thrift and it will do good.”–Pepys … Continue reading →