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
Buttons are the bane of the Fat Guy’s existence. Buttons leave gaps when the Fat Guy’s fat rolls jiggle around and peek through them. Buttons
A Good Friday And petulant Pilate as if triumphant — What I have written, I have written! Finally a decision.
In virtue of two females in the house reading it I have discovered a new (to me) genre and given it a new (to all)
We like lists. Here’s one. Love is a song Love is the greatest song Love is integral Love is alive Love is gospel Love is