“5¢ (What Old Faded Dreams Are Made Of)” by Adam Williams
Nostalgia is a loaded concept. And, I suspect, not much more than an illusion. Handle with care.
I often write, speak and art as a hopeful means of connecting with some new snippet of clarity about some age-old idea. Nothing original, I assume, though it carries a sense of seeming newness to Read more…
In Steven Pressfield’s memoir, Govt Cheese, he opens chapter 47, “Art Is Artifice,” with these lines: I’ve heard that birds sing out of pure joy. I don’t believe it. I don’t believe writers write or Read more…
I’ve described my approach to vulnerability in podcast conversations this way: It’s like a high flag staked in the ground or a flare shot into the sky, a signal to others who want connection to Read more…