A Dream: The Festival of Life
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
Just ink and paper. A means of conveyance. A way of transferring something from one person to the next. Value …
Athletes call it the zone. It’s when you can do no wrong, when the instrument you are playing becomes an …
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At Silvertip there’s another order of quiet stillness. The odd cawing of a raven, the angry chirruping of a red …
Cities in the U.K. have been set ablaze and the authorities say the criminals will be caught and punished. Vancouver …
I’m danged if I haven’t left a crucial typo up on the blog for upwards of a month! Boy, that …
I want to share with you something Xenon shared with me some three or four years ago now. He and …
A change of tack for you longtime reader. I had thought of throwing in a link to a favorite jazz …
The Fool. Straining towards the light of the sun, and moon, carrying his paltry few possessions in a hobo-bag slung …