The Last School
I vividly recall the day I sat reading a book nearly twenty-five years ago and my literature professor scurried by, …
I vividly recall the day I sat reading a book nearly twenty-five years ago and my literature professor scurried by, …
“I exist as I am, that is enough, if no other in the world be aware I sit content, And …
I first posted this piece back in August. I don’t remember how many hits it earned, but it wasn’t many. …
“But beyond that [the normal daylight working of the intellect] there is a thinking in primordial images—in symbols that are …
“…but bear in mind that the word is not the thing, and that the description, however detailed, however intricate, however …
This is a short post. Sonny-Boy is coughing and sleep has suffered, plus much of my spare time has been …
Last weekend a family friend, I’ll call her Robyn, was over for dinner with her two young boys. While the …
“Daddy, I’m puking!” Ah, the sweet open innocence of youth! But is this a harbinger of things to come? For …
Saturday afternoon and I am strolling along Ninth Avenue. The sun is high and the air is unseasonably warm. People …
Actually, I can poke fun at the above painting because I did it. It’s hanging in our kitchen. The Gallery …