AROUND THE BLOCK WITH A DYING MAN

AROUND THE BLOCK WITH A DYING MAN

Lacey, WA. Life, an improvised affair, rarely has the unity or clarity of Art. Our conflicts seldom resolve or even, as Drama prescribes, “stay in the moment.” And our prose: Instead of paragraphs cohering around a single idea, we speak in fragments, non sequiturs,...
A HITCHHIKER LOOKS BACK

A HITCHHIKER LOOKS BACK

Lacey, WA To look at me, a tailored lady of a certain age, you’d never guess I once got around by stepping onto roadways and flagging rides, braving all manner of weather and driver, knocking about without advance reservations. In fact, I am incredulous now: I prefer...
A HITCHHIKER LOOKS BACK

Behemoth in a bathrobe

The small voice of conscience converses with the American psycheBy Carla Seaquist Gig Harbor, Wash. VOICE: What’s happened to us? Wake up. What’s happened to us? BEHEMOTH: What? Who’s talking? And … how’d you get inside my head? VOICE:...
Saber-rattling doesn’t enhance security

Saber-rattling doesn’t enhance security

By CARLA SEAQUIST GUEST COLUMNIST Our neighbors across the street are immigrants, from India. Recently, after we moved in, we invited them by for an evening. Over tea we exchanged personal histories, anxieties about Sept. 11 and its significance, plans for the future...
A HITCHHIKER LOOKS BACK

America, we need to talk – seriously

Gig Harbor, Wash. With the end of the Iraq war, no more serious talk, right? Au contraire. Elemental questions remain – of who we are and where we’re going; questions that our “victory” in Iraq only heightens, especially as we presume to...