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I sit on this crag overlooking a gentle valley. I don’t think about the future. I don’t think about the past. One is long gone, the other out there where I don’t live. I am the only one of our clan that spends early morning time thinking. I think now, in the now. After a hunt I could be left gored by an animal — or dead. When you are dead, time goes away.When I look across the valley, I just begin to think. It happens. It is much like walking, it happens. During the heat of the day I…

In the back of my mind is what will I write next. I should , like Pilate, wash my hands of writing, but I can’t, not really. It is tied up with my drive as a person which is considerable. A few words here on a pad, a phrase or so, a complete sentence over the days amounting to so much verbal dandruff. I have learned over the decades not to force it. The unconscious will speak in due time. So I sit in my car on Franklin Avenue in Huntsville waiting for noon and a luncheon I am attending…

At 79 I am superannuated. Sounds like a Wells Fargo APR. I walk into a gas station and ask for directions. “Don’t you have a map on your cell?” I don’t answer, why bother to explain that I have a Jitterbug flip phone for seniors with large numerals. I really bought it because it is 5 star enabled which means I can get help immediately. Such is one concern at 79. Sometimes I am asked if I text. No, and this is met with bewilderment. I feel like responding alliteratively with I do matriculate, masturbate and masticate. An eharmony woman…

I just scanned Sunless, published in 2007 and reread “Echo,” a story about attachment and loss as well as love. It is strange for me to look back upon what I’ve written. Often the sense is who wrote these thoughts. At times I am pleased with the way they have been written. When you add up the amount of stories I’ve written, it amounts to 42, 27 in a book about the Holocaust, the other 15 in Sunless. I began writing short stories because I found them a good way to tell a story with concision. The i Tetralogy was my first novel…