This is a regular old page without Elementor. Let’s see how she looks.
Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
On this the last day of August, is my only post for August. It’s been busy. I don’t much like that word — busy, not
It’s legit unseemly. Our being ‘gutted’ and whatnot by the deaths of people we don’t know. Still, there is John Donne and there is continuity
Peter Jackson’s “The Hobbit” is like cram, the bread the dwarves eat for weeks as they explore The Lonely Mountain — and for much longer