The snow, its vagrant hues…“Purely,” my poem
so white, so grey…
On Chesil Beach…book review
Ian McEwan tells a backstory of love
the kid is talking, listen up!…“Words,” my poem
he’s in full voice
It’s a novel, stupid…The Fountainhead
Ayn Rand’s talent was writing novels
“…be ready for every good work.”
real good advice
at Duck Harbor Beach… “Sea quell,” my poem
immensity writ large
The Paris Wife…book review
Hemingway wasn’t really a nice fella…
“whisper codas in the dark…”…“Singing,” my poem
words that find our joys
Cave of Bones…Homo naledi…book review
there were more of us…
the kings that sit on the ground…
Book of Sirach, 10:5, KJV