Be a lighthouse planted on a promontory with no living friends, no neighbors, uncaring but making sense, sharing what you have found, redrawing maps, working out loud, living out loud, surprised by the company of your own mind, a liminal brim like the cello bow at the moment rosin explodes across the string, crossing…

One of my tasks if I am going to create a ‘futures’ course is to retell that particular story from the point-of-view of a noobie. I want to know my future. Sure. And I think we are each our own best soothsayers. I think we start with a question. Almost any question that you are…

I read an article this morning that discussed Taylor Swift fans in Argentina who have been camping out since June for her fall concert. You know…front row. I find myself in awestruck WTF mode. I wrote this poem from a perspective I usually disdain–Boomerism. In other words if I can’t understand, then it is not…