Books Are Not Men And Yet They

The Other Week I Wrote A Piece On A Photograph I Got At A Flea Market, And I Got About 70 Hits. I Think A Lot Of People Must Be Interested In Flea Markets.

Ironically The Blog Has Re-opened The Essay As A Good Form For Me. I Like To Look And Make Commentary! If I Sense My Essays Are Good, I Try To Resubmit To Another Place In Pulp And Several Of Them Have Been Variously Published In Newspapers And Magazines.

I Am Tired Of Loving A Foreign Muse.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp Names That Never Get Fat, The Snakeskin-titles Of Mining-claims, The Plumed War-bonnet Of Medicine Hat, Tucson And Deadwood And Lost Mule Flat.

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.