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

On Melville’s Pierre

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