“Hell is empty, and all the Devils are here,” Shakespeare, The Tempest. Since the beginning of time, humanity has been aware of the dark potential that lies within. Recognizing this threat, they eagerly drove these forces back into the shadows. Today, however, the devils no longer lurk in hiding. They have been welcomed into the […]
In the hushed pre-dawn air, the old Storyteller, weary and hollow-eyed, finally stumbled into the deserted agora. Climbing atop a small hill, he settled onto his usual perch and leaned his aching shoulder against a large boulder resting beside it. Sleep had become a stranger as the relentless pain in his back and hip forced […]
The Midwest is getting hit by snow and ice and in most places it’s bad. You may be able to navigate snow, but you do not screw around with ice; it’s a killer and most people will stay off the roads. It’s just not worth the risk. Having said that, at some point today, you’ll […]
It’s said that intellect is what separates us from the animals, in and of itself, perhaps. Broadly painted, it could also be said that intellect is what separates us from trees, computers, or a river. Intellect requires reason, comprehension, and understanding. It suggests that to possess intellect is to be superior to that which does […]
Two days before Christmas, My Muse came down with a cold. Upon testing, we learned, to our amazement, that she has COVID-19. She is crushed. Being a muse is much more complicated than I thought. Such are the ways of the elusive and fickle Christmas Spirit.
The transition from summer’s sweltering heat to autumn’s refreshing coolness, felt first in the gentle, whispering breezes, was always a cue for Lilly to begin the cheerful humming of her favorite Christmas melodies. For me, however, this humming had become a harbinger of what fast approached: frozen water troughs, snow-filled roads, and me repeatedly falling […]
The last five years have sailed by far too fast. In 2019, I began writing what I called “my novel” and have amassed an enormous pile of notes and papers and assembled “test” books filled, at last count, with approximately 100,000+ words. Stepping back, I realized that the book’s ending was written long ago, it’s […]
Rummaging about in one’s attic can be quite dangerous, as here, we place what we don’t want others to see. Our attics are filled with boxes, some full, many empty, of holiday decorations, heirlooms, and electronic devices, the latter kept forever on the off chance that a return may become necessary. We keep bags and […]
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