When I Begin
No need to mark me with a stoneRemember me, or notThe measure of man was never the lengthOf his obelisk, crypt, or plotThat won’t be me there, under the grassTo fret over whether it’s tendedYou’ll hear me whisper through the rainUntil my sighs are endedUnconfined to biomassBeneath a polished rockNo telling what next form I’ll … [more]
Time To Split: An Open Letter to Car Drivers
Dear automobilists – you, in the shiny red pickup and that girl in the flashy BMW and yes, even you in the dented Subaru with the sticker-patched Yakima box up top and dog slobber lathering your windows – please don’t misunderstand us. When we rip along the dotted lines, zipping between door handles in a manner that must look crazy-dangerous to you, we’re not actually trying to rub your noses in the hell of stop-and-go traffic. We’re not trying to cheat you out of your transportative birthright, nor play some weird Russian roulette with spit … [Read More...]
Toehold
I have a friend. We’re not close, and that’s mostly on me. I’m a sporadic correspondent, and peripatetic: always doing something, usually unavailable, and I have kids. Our kids are grown but if you think that reduces the obligation, maybe you don’t have kids. My friend has an avocation. Now there’s a word that gets short shrift. Commonly perceived as self-gratifying hobbies, avocations are tolerated more than encouraged, but that may be a mistake in our perceptions. My stepdad’s career was designing dental equipment, but his side hustle … [Read More...]
"Jack Lewis takes the overall literary crown with his new book...there’s a lot more to Lewis’s work than what it feels like to ride motorcycles.” — Ultimate Motorcycling
"Insightful and from the heart ... a driven and much recommended look into the mind and conflict of the next generation of war veterans. " — Midwest Book Review (Reviewer's Choice)