At the earliest stages of attraction, certain impulses arise. We catch ourselves drawing nearer to the other. There’s this thrill. A hand brushes an upper arm, a knee might nudge a thigh under the table—there’s Continue reading Will You Have Me (as presented at my friends’ wedding)
The comparison of Trumpism to the rise of Nazism or any other nationalist movement is fair. But even as this presidency sinks more and more into troubled waters, we can’t assume that another “Trump” won’t Continue reading Concerning a Particular Political “Ism”
There’s a reason why we do the things we do. Grammar is a social convention, a sort of shared habit that fosters organized and precise thought—and the clear communication of thoughts. It’s not a predatory Continue reading Down with the Grammarian? Uh, no.
“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness in the rough-hewn hall. A frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his robe. Continue reading Back to Mother
This post was inspired by an article I enjoyed: The Crucial Filmaking Elements Causing All Your Movie Feuds by Film Crit Hulk (nom de plume) (http://observer.com/2018/05/the-two-crucial-filmmaking-elements-causing-all-your-movie-feuds/). Text and texture, sympathy and empathy: the ideas he Continue reading Text and Texture in Fiction
It will have to be a short one. Tax season has ended. What I miss most but also found the most exhausting were the conversations. All those talks with my cherished co-workers, with oh-so-much idle Continue reading Floating Yellow Kitchens
Light slips through the bedroom window giving the air a bluish tinge; the walls are gray; the dressers—whatever they were during the day now drenched in night hues. A siren whimpers in the distance…. I’m Continue reading Don’t Be Safe: Conflict in Fiction
I love what the pilot says at the end of this article (https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/16/us/politics/unidentified-flying-object-navy.html)–it strikes me as a very genuine response. But I have a hard time imagining what in nature would do what he describes. Continue reading Someone’s Toying With Us: But Is It Alien or Ours?
I grew up in a small town on an island on the coast of South Carolina. I learned the word moron in third grade because my teacher, who was from elsewhere, used it regularly to Continue reading Education Circa 1977
If you’ve no new trick to stay the hand of man, You, poor Devil, have run your course, stepped to your bounds— Let sea and sand blast what they can. I say, engorge with dread Continue reading Devil, Stand By (a villanelle)