We Are Not Children

image of Indian man being forcibly lifted for a rear beating with a "war stick" by a white man

A lot of rad­i­cals talk about a deeper eye-​​opening than the stan­dard lib­eral affair. My whole life, I’ve been a dyed-​​in-​​the-​​wool left­ist. But, now, as this research takes me just past the sur­face, and into first-​​hand accounts of US gov­ern­men­tal bru­tal­ity, I… well, I don’t know what to do.

Time Capsules

beginning-middle-end

We devel­oped our need for sto­ry­telling by pass­ing sto­ries over gen­er­a­tions. Over time, a story becomes portable. I’ve started won­der­ing if the sto­ries we write, includ­ing mine, are too com­plex for their own good.

Another important dream

dreamhouse

I’ve been think­ing about the Mul­ti­verse a lot again, prepar­ing my poet­ics lec­ture, and just now, I dreamed I was in the house I’ve been dream­ing of for years.

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What's all this, then?

I’m writ­ing a book to under­stand my hometown’s dis­in­ter­est in its own his­tory, and my role in that. It’s sort of become a novel. This is the full story.

This is my play­ground. It reflects and pre­dicts what’s hap­pen­ing in the book.

Things I dis­cuss: East­ern Mass. his­tory, sto­ry­telling, book­mak­ing, time travel, poetry & nov­els, writ­ing craft, dreams, pub­lish­ing, indige­nous per­spec­tives, spir­i­tu­al­ity, sex, adop­tion and par­ent­ing, research, and what­ever I can’t get outta my head.

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