Category Archives: Sig
The Wonder of It — Sigurd – 6/9/2015
The Wonder of It Tuesday 9 June 2014 Sam is about to finish her first year of classes here in California. She is looking forward to the adventure that will be summer. Six of us, counting myself, the head wrangler, … Continue reading
Collections — Sigurd – 5/20/2015
Collections Wednesday 20 May 2015 I am a collector of small things. Most I can hold in my palm, but some few are larger. I have a substantial collection of antiquities dating from Paleolithic times that I started long ago. … Continue reading
Lenzon — Sigurd – 4/21/2015
Lenzon Tuesday 21 April 2015 Harvest is done. Corn and rice dried and bagged and sold. Planting has begun. For Sweet Grecy that starts with about a million and a half liters of water and six hundred kilograms of rice … Continue reading
Hello My Darling — Sigurd – 4/14/2015
Hello My Darling Tuesday 14 April 2015 Tucker is in Japan at some university, collaborating with an international group of physicists on the building of a microwave telescope to be placed at 18,000’ elevation in the thin air of the … Continue reading
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter — Sigurd – 4/7/2015
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter Tuesday 07 April 2015 A quiet week spent. Sweet Grecy is in the Philippines taking care of business interests. Sam spent time in Orange County with her cousin Maia. I knocked around with ghosts … Continue reading
Steers–Queers–And Other Worthy Souls – Sigurd – 3/31/2015
Steers—Queers—And Other Worthy Souls Tuesday 31 March 2015 So—what am I to make of this? “Amendment I. Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof…” Makes me wonder about Indiana and the … Continue reading
Lost In The Equation – Sig – 3/24/2015
Lost In The Equation Tuesday 24 March 2015 Dear Ann, I’m writing this letter with no expectation of a reply. I just want to send my best wishes for a happy and joyful birthday. On the day of your birth … Continue reading
Sigurd 3/17/15
On The Damn Human Race Tuesday 17 March 2015 Sweet Grecy, Sam and I drove back to town the other day, my whips and jangles having subsided to a point where I can deal with the distractions of life again. … Continue reading
Sigurd 3/10/2015 – Everything Changes
“Everything Changes” Tuesday 10 March 2015 Here I sit, 2am, narcotic thoughts dueling in my brain—raging brutes who shriek lies in shrill tones that ricochet round the interior of my skull like .223 high-velocity-full-metal-jacket-rounds. My body, too, shrieks—twitches—squirms—pleads for relief. … Continue reading
One Year of Letters 