Night Skies of August

As Adam (1)

“the full perfection of the world arose therefrom”

Thoreau writes in reply to H. G. O. Blake’s letter of 27 March 1848: “We must have our bread.” But … More

You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by … More

“Think what a mean and wretched place this world is; that half the time we have to light a lamp … More

The craving sets in; a consuming desire to sate the insatiate. I lash at the sky, biting the very wind … More

I have been rereading Hershel Parker’s foreword to his “Kraken” edition of Pierre. There is a compelling story of a … More

Once I was a child I looked upon the world as an eyeflash of hope – shatters of stars thrown … More

Let me show you, she said. She sat on the bed and opened a shoe box and removed a handful … More

the fetus beats eternal; the cage of a restless ova bursts into dimorphism, implanting the seed of all knowledge, truth … More