No. 211 - Half-Ass Writing on a Patio in San Francisco with a Runny Nose and Sam Shepard
357 Words. 2 Minute Read.
My nose is running. I wipe it with a white napkin and wonder why I don’t carry a cloth handkerchief like my father.
No. 210 - Pier 7, San Francisco
92 Words. <1 Minute Read.
Written while looking at a homeless man on a pier before meeting a friend for lunch at The Ferry Building in San Francisco.
No. 209 - Sam Shepard and the Geography of Discontent
712 Words. 3 Minute Read.
peripatetic {adjective} — traveling from place to place, working or based in various locations for relatively short periods. When I heard that, I felt strangely accepted. As if at least one other person in this world — even a dead playwright — understood me.
