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)
I’ve been watching The Code again (Netflix), which at one point talks about how imaginary numbers have been integral to describing the nature of dark energy. And this question came to me: What does it Continue reading Hexagons, Death, and Tea
I say this as a progressive. I say it with respect and love—though you may wonder. The novel I’ve written deals with some issues surrounding psychological development, particularly the need to feel productive and valuable Continue reading What does it mean to be an adult?
This article (“Being Busy Is Killing Our Ability to Think Creatively” by Derek Beres) prompted this post: It never ceases to amaze me that those who most need quiet and introspection—those we rely on to Continue reading Introspection and the drain on our lesser prophets: Who’s running the show?
I would like to thank author and blogger L.E. Henderson (soon to release her newest book, The Ghosts of Chimera) for another thoughtful post, one concerning hope in fiction (http://passionatereason.com/2017/06/hope/#more-1553), which prompted me to write Continue reading More Hope…
Expired and lazy hands become more supple, fixed in a sinewy shade…. Unquiet, umbra-earth drones and fondles my darkling hands.
Some transitions are hard. The house is quiet today except for the low, soft hum of the refrigerator. There’s a ringing in my ears. From somewhere in the bushes or trees out there, in sun Continue reading Transition
Corporate entities as cyborgs? Call it a stretch, if you like, but the analogy isn’t new. Shall we play? First, I’d like to introduce you to my bias: I am and have been as much Continue reading Liver or Spleen: The Megacorporation
I’m a smatterer. A dilettante. What about you? Turns out, this is helpful to an analogist—and being an analogist may be essential to being an author. When younger, I disliked the idea of a smatterer. Continue reading ‘Write What You Know’? What do I know?