My friend Nikolai Fox is a great old-time fiddler and photographer. Back in May 2008, in Durham, NH, he snapped this picture of me serenading a flaming chair. It reminds me of being a young boy, lighting things on fire in the kitchen. One time when I was eleven I poured an incendiary mix of dried basil, black pepper, and scotch whiskey into a burning candle. The flames leapt dangerously close to the teak-wood light fixtures overhead, and I thought it might be best to douse them with a glass of water. The whole thing turned into a science-lesson-learned-the-hard-way, as a spreading grease fire nearly incinerated the kitchen counter. I think we put it out with some towels. Considering the potental hazard to life and property, I’d say Mom let me off easy with a sharp verbal rebuke and a trip to my room.
Check out Nikolai’s photography site at: http://www.nikolaifox.net/index.html

by Jessica Conlan-Glover
Jessica Conlan-Glover made this painting. I think it’s kind of cool that someone bothered to make a painting of me. I’ve never painted anyone before. You wouldn’t want me to try either. Be sure to contact her if you want to turn it into a t-shirt, bridge-sized mural, state flag, or something.
I like this poem. It’s like a sexy sea shanty.
O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again
by James Laughlin
How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a
love cave around her face. Return and return again.
How when the lamplight was lowered she pressed against
him, twining her fingers in his. Return and return again.
How their legs swam together like dolphins and their toes
played like little tunnies. Return and return again.
How she sat beside him cross-legged, telling him stories of
her childhood. Return and return again.
How she closed her eyes when his were open, how they
breathed together, breathing each other. Return and return again.
How they fell into slumber, their bodies curled together like
two spoons. Return and return again.
How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they
had ever seen. Return and return again.
O best of all nights, return and return again.
“O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again” by James Laughlin, from Poems New and Selected. © New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1996. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)