When I was a kid, everyone was excited and happy about going to the moon and how the future was going to be automatic joy and robotic service and intellect more powerful than our own, the inhuman intelligence of science and technology, were going to make our future perfect. I resist the temptation to whiplash […]
In the mythical warehouse containing the carefully archived tales of the collection that is my “Book of Life”, there is hidden a metaphorical space. It twinkles in and out of being as if primordial dark matter; my own Brigadoon, carefully negotiated over time for scheduled appearances, and allotted a certain, stipulated number of annual “Get […]
When I was very little, a young robin, confused by the sunlight on glass, flew into my great-grandparents sliding patio door and broke it’s neck. I didn’t see it happen, but I heard the thunk and got up from the blocks I was playing with to go and look. I did not understand the concept […]
I am painfully literal in my thinking. I am both hyper-verbal and addicted to assonance. I use as many words as I need to make my thought clear; even if others tell me I am “too wordy”. I see things very differently than most I meet. I often feel the need to move parts of […]