Author Sam Guthrie

Maurice Sendak

Sam — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:28:41 +0000

My wife, C, is not much of a weeper. The vast majority of the time she is either irrepressibly jolly or in her no-nonsense work mode (she is a novelist). She writes with the scary focus of a Yogi, and woe be to he who doth interrupt her creative communions. So I was caught off guard yesterday when, with tears wetting her rosy cheeks, she told me about an interview she’d just listened to on her iPod.

Sunlight in the Well

Sam — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 04:14:00 +0000

The flight attendants did one last cabin check before takeoff, blissfully unaware that, soon after leaving the runway, our plane was going to crash in a blazing holocaust.

But I knew.

I’d had a premonition – I’d seen the flames, heard the screams, felt the hulking machine hurtle toward earth like a skyscraper fallen from the clouds.

Granted, I got this premonition every time I flew, but tonight it felt different, deep in my gut.

MORE of this essay appears in Cezanne’s Carrot, a journal of literary fiction.

God, Cage Fighting, and how the Universe Works

Sam — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 04:08:04 +0000

“You become what you meditate on.”

—Adi Da Samraj

Last night I was at my friend Joe’s house watching the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship, mixed martial art guys fighting like animals in an octagonal cage – but highly skilled animals) and as I drive home, my mind did what it always does after I watch UFC fights at Joe’s.