For me, there’s an irresistible connection between the baskets of glowing vegetables at our Saturday Farmers’ Market and the hope expressed in this poster for recovery from addiction.
Cleaning Out My Outhouse
I enjoy my outhouse because it is in my view transgressive. I enjoy transgressions and I miss the energy of evil… the shaking of the roots of our assumptions… in most of the contemporary fiction I read and even in a lot of the fiction I write.
“Doc”
I’ve lived in the mountains outside of Santa Fe for a couple of decades now, and for nearly that entire time, I’ve been picking up Doc when I see him hitching a ride along the road to town. Doc is not your typical homeless man, if there is such a thing.