Newgarden

"In gardens, germaniums essentially rot. Never increasing, growing, germinating: ever regressing, never idle." --- George Grant, English Rhymes "New,…


A Christmas Story, a True One

Christmas. A time for Santa, presents, infrequently Jesus, and for a number of tortured souls, rehearsals. This is a time for Tchaikovsky to be…


די פּאַסטוכער

The moon hung low on the horizon gliding among icy white caps of winter clouds. Pearlescent stars twinkled in a sea of the darkest Tyrian purple as…


A Sigh from the Depths, Part 3

VII. Walking down low burning streets lit aglow by half-empty bars, people trailing in and out, in front of and behind us, everything soaked and…


City

The stars were bright, much brighter than they used to be. It was probably because the city wasn’t polluting the sky with light. It was cold out,…


Picasso is in Your Soup

Peggy was listening to Bing Crosby’s Christmas carols and grinding pepper over the puré when she heard the front door open. “César?” she called,…


From the Prayer Book of the Ant, Such a Dreamy Promethean Letter, Amid Pearls of Winged Muses

Like Amphora I, Adam, an admirable adolescent-ant with some acumen as well as with the propitious admiration, without the apples, am adhering to an…


It’s a Great Candela, Charlie Brown!

The Quintessential "Sorry, Oprah" Puff Piece Marvel at the spectacle, this great memorial o’ mine, tall and basks in the center of a concrete slab in…


The Suits

"And I wouldn't worry too much about those silly rolls of tape they keep on their table either." said Marco. "Probably some weird prank, probably.…


The Golden Serpent

I was sunning myself at the edge of a pool, reclining on a rock that jutted out over the water; all around me, forest and the sound of birds. My…