Extinction Song I, alone, am the last of my kind destined to die and leave nothing behind but a legend never again will the earth know my...

Daddy Dearest I loved my father. He was smart and funny, and he could build anything. He also told wonderful campfire stories, which...

My self-referenced mysticism invokes amazing responses from educated people who don’t understand what I mean, and they tend to file me...

It smacks of a sinister sci-fi thriller—mutilated neural pathways, withered synapses, feeble neural transmitters. A mad scientist...

Mom’s been around a lot lately. She’s come and gone many times since she died forty years ago, always with the uncanny knack of showing...

I miss my woods and often revel in the sweet memories. Like the day the woods blushed. I stood at my kitchen windows, elbows on the cool...

My self-referenced mysticism invokes amazing responses from educated people who do not understand what I mean, and they tend to file me...

Yikes! Another holy war. Another cyber quarrel. Once again, the rabid defense of dogma does little to bring anyone closer to God and much...

I’m a kinda-sorta Nietzsche fan, and this comment resonates. He said, "Not that you lied to me, but that I no longer believe you—that is...

I am cocooning, metaphorically turning inward and tucking my hands between my knees until the craziness abates. I am too listless to...

Those who have known me very well or very long understand that it’s not unusual for me to disappear. I don’t literally vanish, of course,...

My mother died at fifty-nine — altogether too young for a woman of such talent, beauty, and generosity. Unofficial cause of death: Fatal...

Mother! Hear me! My heart is heavy with sorrow I confess I find small hope in tomorrow For the sons of man wield a heavy hand Leaving...

I was born a bard. Long before I could read or write I held court beneath the willow tree and amused the neighbor kids with tales of...

I miss my woods... Today, I made it to the lip of the valley and back, only once setting foot in snow. The way was soft with promise and...

I’ve never told anyone before, so I suppose it only makes sense that I should tell the whole world in one fell swoop. I’m not ashamed of...

“We’ll need writers who can remember freedom – poets, visionaries – realists of a larger reality.” ~ Ursula K Le Guin Stories shape our...

for now... fallow spent silent germinating

Like so many other things, the theory sounds better than the actual experience attests — being able to know whether someone is lying,...

We're older than rocks. And we have little choice as to our purpose in the world. Whether blogging or spinning tales through ancient peat...

Ah, mystical me. My earliest memories are of my bewildering and urgent need to understand my relationship with God. I recall that I was...

We define fiction as a literary creation based on imagination, rather than fact. But the word derives from an ancient Latin root that...

Don’t you just love commercials? (Not.) We must admit, though, that modern advertising is doing a bang-up job of shaping the way our...

I find myself in a peculiar situation. I generally do not vent my deepest torments in public, but two dear friends are dealing with...