“Looking for Bobby,” or Losing & Finding Ourselves
May is short story month, and in celebration I’m posting a short story I wrote years ago and published in …
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Dawkins and the Wonder of It All
It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it no one thinks to …
Downward into Darkness on Extended Wings
Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …
Love’s Duplicity
When I first fell in love, it was a hot thing—urgent, possessive, almost feverish at times. I truly saw love …
The Geometry, and Geography, of Love
I wrote these poems while still quite young, and very much in love, and loving the way our bodies “meet and …
