Category: Yo Ivanhoe

–Senior Citizen Center. Livingston, Montana   The other night I dreamt I was in a boat floating in thick fog, talking to God. Look, He says to me, I’m just hoping to catch a few fish. I didn’t come down here to listen to you bitch. I wouldn’t think you’d need to fish, I said.…

In room eleven there was an old snapshot with serrated edges taped to the mirror above the dresser, a photo of a dark-haired woman, her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly back, standing in a dark angle of shadow. Outside the shadow the sun was shining on an impossibly bright pastel world and a…

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion. —Robert Frost, “Directive” I am looking back into a world now gone forever. Thinking of a time that will never return. A book of photographs is looking back at me. Twenty-five years of looking for the right road. Post cards…

I’m headed out to Montana to read and take some pictures. Here are the CDs that travel with me wherever I go, whenever I go someplace that qualifies as somewhere else: Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music Creedence Clearwater Revival, Willie and the Poor Boys Minutemen, Double Nickels On The Dime Louis Armstong, The…

He would get up from his bed each morning in the long hours after midnight, confused, sour with his inability to sleep, insomnia the curse of his life, stretching all the way back to when he was a boy and was still excited to imagine all the wonders and revelations he might miss every night…