Sunday, January 24, 2010
Joy in the crosswalk
In Wallingford this morning I was waiting at a traffic light and two boys skipped into the crosswalk in front of my car. They were maybe ten or eleven, in sk8ter outfits, with lanky blond hair and easy strides. Halfway across the darker-haired one did a balletic leap, grinning as if with sheer joy of the physical stretch. It was so natural and beautiful that I laughed out loud.
There's a shadow constantly hovering at my shoulder. For all my gallivanting into the social whirl, nevermind the positive social media...
Ever wondered what it takes to get a piece of fiction published? I'm not talking New Yorker type of prose. That's a rarefied world ...
Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
Welp, after a half-year experiment in social media, BSP has returned to its blogger roots. I hated Faceborkland, tbh. Sure, it was easier t...