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Showing posts with label Kentucky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kentucky. Show all posts
27 March, 2020

Social Distance Diary: A Walk in the Park

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This near hollow tree is still standing. I take a lot of comfort from that. For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preac...
21 February, 2020

Refrain: A is (still) for Adjunct*

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As of this writing, I haven't stepped into a college classroom in a teaching capacity for almost four years.  Although I wrote about my...
13 December, 2019

From Field Notes -- Lauds: Procession to the Long Night Moon

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Wednesday, from The Abbey of Gethsemani, Trappist, KY:   Instead of observing Lauds and Mass this morning I came down to the cafeteria to...
07 October, 2019

From Field Notes: Lo-Fi, Part 1

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The 6:15 AM bus leaving Louisville and going to Frankfort drops off at the Wal-Mart Supercenter on Leonardwood Drive. We rolled in on tim...
31 July, 2019

[re: lines on the day I remembered my father's birthday]

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"Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick"  - Iggy Pop/David Bowie For years I drove out by the old house to see...
17 July, 2019

Letters from Trumplandia: Born of the River -- Louisville, Kentucky

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Yesterday, 50 homeless people were displaced in the #compassionatecity. Contemporary urban living means dueling with the cognitive diss...
03 June, 2019

A Tip for Traveling Well (Back in the Tall Grass)

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Top of Iroquois Park, Louisville, KY: an Olmsted Designed Park The top level of Iroquois Park in Louisville, Kentucky is one of the m...
30 April, 2019

On Being Present In Spite of the Kentucky Derby

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Hawthorns. Yep, they hurt. I travel for the same reasons I eventually come home. This is often difficult to explain to people who eithe...
24 April, 2019

Kentucky Writer's Day 2019

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"Well, you're cozy sitting back here with all your friends." I was surrounded by three empty chairs, all of which were le...
16 January, 2019

from Record of a Pair of Well-Worn Traveling Boots -- Anticipation

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I was traveling when my wife and got together. Our courtship was one of distance and of patience: letters, emails, phone calls when a ch...
30 November, 2018

Rubber Tramp Stories: The Story of R (Retread)

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[I first published this story on my old American Re:visionary Blog. But, as I grow and expand my Rubber Tramp Stories, I thought it was ap...
12 November, 2018

Letters from Trumplandia: Invisible City, Part 4

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Two people in as many days have died on the streets as Louisville settles into the first cold snap of the year. One of them died next to...
24 October, 2018

Letters from Trumplandia: Invisible City, Part 3

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Part of outreach means we end up seeing some the same people over and over. Sometimes we don't see certain folks for a span of time ...
10 October, 2018

Letters from Trumplandia: Invisible City, Part 2

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[This is Part 2 of a series that I'll add to intermittently. It may come in waves of two or three posts in a row, or it may be weeks o...
24 September, 2018

At Home Along the Dirty, Sacred River, Part 1

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Where we love is home -- home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. - Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Ohio River at Louisville a...
15 January, 2018

Every day is a title fight, Part 3: A Winter's Tale

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  The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches. - e.e. cummings Only a few go mad. The sky moves in its whiteness ...
11 August, 2017

Save me from philanthropy: cultural preservationists versus the martyrs

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'...if you are not like everybody else, then you are abnormal, if you are abnormal , then you are sick. These three categories, not bei...