Archive for March, 2008
- A New World in Our Hearts
“It is we the workers who built these palaces and cities here in Spain and in America and everywhere. We, the workers, can build others to take their place. And better ones! We are not the least afraid of ruins. We are going to inherit the earth; there is not the slightest doubt about that. […]
31 March 2008- Henry & Amy
If things are quiet in the foreground, it is only because they are clamorous in the background; but the creative urge is simmering and should soon be ready for prime time. Thank you for your patience.
In the meantime, let me recommend a book that ranks among the best I’ve read: Stephen Michael King’s Henry & […]
25 March 2008- Flight
[Or, Two Paragraphs Are Better Than None]
At higher altitudes, Tess discovered a flock of flying wombats, bearlike marsupials with small leathery batwings that obviously didn’t support their mass but were simply illusions to facilitate flight in their minds. They were affectionate creatures, about the size and temperament of large fuzzy teddy bears, and they drifted […]
22 March 2008- Literary Barber Shop
It’s a literary barber shop, not a salon, so when I walk in the door, salt and pepper locks streaming half down my back, everyone turns to stare. For a moment the spiraling red and white barber pole stops spinning, as if missing a tooth in a gear, but after I sit and crack open […]
16 March 2008- Genesis
Dirt. When you’re dead, you’re dirt.
It’s a reasonable Judeo-Christian view of human life, given we’ve had it shoved down our Southern throats at every funeral we’ve attended. Dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return. Maybe it’s supposed to keep us humble. I don’t know. But the premise seems suspicious to me. If I’m […]
11 March 2008- Dreaming of Babylon Redux
If there is a delay in bringing you a saga of the Thumpers, their birth, ascension, and ultimate domination over life on Earth, it is only because telling such stories takes a great deal of stamina, and wrestling with an ingrown fang has sapped the storyteller’s strength. Hopefully dawdling will be minimal; we will return […]
10 March 2008- Pole Star
Pole Star: How will I know which way to go this rainy night unless, by beaming radio waves, you penetrate these clouds and give me direction?
Pole Star: Is there any illumination without the steady pulse of your cool, distant light?
Pole Star: Don’t leave me alone in the darkness.
7 March 2008- Fratricide Aftermath
The light of the full moon streams through a broad window into the empty upstairs room, where she is a pale ghost wearing a diaphanous nightgown, twisting a rope of her long fair hair — in succeeding generations it will grow darker and darker, until the dominant genetic factor equals the chestnut or black shade of her […]
5 March 2008- Ear Mites
Krill.
Creel?
No, baby. Krill. They’re tiny crustaceans, sort of like miniature shrimp. They remind me of cattle. They eat plankton, which I think of as ocean grass, and then they’re eaten by nearly everything larger than a krill. Whales, fish, penguins. Even baby seals.
Okay. And why on earth would you be thinking about krill?
Not krill themselves, […]
2 March 2008
