Aenea nodded. It’s wonderful to preserve tradition, but a healthy organism evolves … culturally and physically.
… May there not be superior beings amused with any graceful, though instinctive attitude my mind may fall into, as I am entertained with the alertness of a Stoat or the anxiety of a Deer? Though a qua...
That winter was colder’n a crib full of witch’s tits,
[H]istory viewed from the inside is always a dark, digestive mess, far different from the easily recognizable cow viewed from afar by historians.
They . . . are . . . so. . . sorry, she whispered. The machine brings back no . . . pictures . . . only the food and air and water. It is programmed . . . as you suggested, Dem Lia . . . to eliminate...
Their three approaches fail but somehow the story itself succeeds, despite its narrator’s and even author’s failures!
The young remember most deeply
The sunset was that long, achingly beautiful balance of stillness in which the sun seemed to hover like a red balloon above the western horizon, the entire sky catching fire from the death of day; a s...
The strongest beings are those who sing themselves into existence.
The only thing that had changed was that the bills were bigger.
The life of a poet lies not merely in the finite language-dance of expression but in the nearly infinite combinations of perception and memory combined with the sensitivity to what is perceived and re...
The cruciform does not like pain. Nor do I but, like the cruciform, I am willing to use it to serve my purposes. And I will do so consciously, not instinctively like the mindless mass of alien tissue...
The Matterhorn’s summit ridge is not quite what excited journalists like to call a knife-edge ridge. Our boot prints in the snow along the actual ridge prove this. Had it been a knife-edge ridge, with...
The Consul gripped the edges of the mat with fingers gone white. He had tied the strap of his duffel bag around his belt, otherwise the bag would have tumbled off to a glacier far below.
Poetry is only secondarily about words. Primarily, it is about truth.
Perhaps Nemes and her kind will keep it in a zoo to hunt it when they are bored.
Pain is the curl and foam of a wave that does not break.
Odd how the daily imperatives persist even in the face of collective disaster.
Odd how many suffering members of humankind have faced eternity obsessed with their bowels, their bedsores, or the meagerness of their diets.
Martin Silenus made an expansive gesture. I was baptized a Lutheran, he said. A subset which no longer exists. I helped create Zen Gnosticism before any of your parents were born. I have been a Cathol...