In medieval times, a ship of fools carried madmen from port to port, forever associating madness with the liminal mystery…
EXT YARD. Two squirrels in a pine tree. – that’s it. – it’s what. – the thinking’s not. – are…
In The Martian Chronicles, which Ray Bradbury wrote in inspired vignettes over several years and assembled into a novel, the…
A most terrifying figure: a man who answers only to his dreams, and no other authority, not even his self…
In depression, Pablo Neruda writes from outside of himself, and definitely outside of his personality. He writes from the stones…
Depression has borne me gifts. Pain is a patch of color. And when color slides off of things, then the…
“And most legends of treasure keep the inconspicuous in the background, as something incidental for which at first there is…
Beware the mystery clock of the world’s sleep. In middle age, sunk in habits and routine priorities, one may grow…
“Give me men to match the mountains.” — epitaph for Jerry “Hog” Daniels, died 1982. By 1972, my father was…
Gus was a veteran of the armed forces. Gus believed in America. But then a thing happened. No, she didn’t…