I got home from Wally Camp on Saturday with the worst lower back pain I’ve experienced in some time. I mean, up until this morning I could barely put on my own damn socks. Partly the result of sleeping in the dorm at Macalester College on a mattress that felt like it had rocks insideContinue reading “Feeling the Love: A Post Wally Camp Dispatch”
Monthly Archives: July 2025
#584: Meditation Under Construction (A Wally Camp Dispatch)
In my novel, the main characteris building a playhouseand his drivewayis torn to shitfor the necessary underground infrastructure. In reality, the campus atMacalester Collegein St. Paul, Minnesotais under constructionand roads and sidewalksand large lawn swathsare torn to shit to make way for the necessary underground infrastructure. We meditated to that. Windows open so the morningbreezeContinue reading “#584: Meditation Under Construction (A Wally Camp Dispatch)”
#583: The Forgotten Watch (Three Haiku)
Did you know that the plural of haiku is haiku? You’re welcome. Arrived safely and happily yesterday at Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota for the annual Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers alumni conference, otherwise known as Wally Camp. One of our intrepid emcees of our nightly readings of poetry and fiction and memoirContinue reading “#583: The Forgotten Watch (Three Haiku)”
#582: That Time I Got Help With a Bot from Another Bot
After a second day of hundreds of visits, I contacted the automated helpon my Word Press site to see if itcould stop my German bots. Initially, I asked to speak to a realperson, but the automated helpwas, how do I say, insistent aboutgiving it a go. Why not, I said. Together, we learned a lotconcerningContinue reading “#582: That Time I Got Help With a Bot from Another Bot”
#581: That Time 856 Germans Visited My Blog
I get this notification from WordPress:“Your stats are booming! michaeljarmer is getting a lot of views.” Of course, I want to know more, so I visit my statsand over the course of a few hours, I have 249, then 380, moments later567, and by the end of the day, 856, all these visits originating fromContinue reading “#581: That Time 856 Germans Visited My Blog”
#580: What Marriage Looks Like
My wife and I are attending a wedding and we’re at a reception dining table in an outdoor pavilion in heat unlike anything we’ve had yet this summer. She looks at me. She sees something strange, runny and brown, in my silver hair. Dirt? Mud? Bird shit? Bird shit is not usually that color, theContinue reading “#580: What Marriage Looks Like”