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‘Twas the Night before Christmas The last rays of apricot-hued sunshine fade to dusk over Abington Street, an urban thoroughfare where disparate...

Later that evening, the whole of the Guard gathered together in the mess room for our evening meal. “Where’s Oakshott?” I asked O’Connor. “Not...

Portraits on the Beach When we walk along the golden length of the beach, the feeling of sun and wind on your face and the feral sound of surf...

Piblokto: a culture-specific syndrome occurring among traditional Inuit people, particularly women, characterized by an outburst of cries or screams, the removal of clothing, and seeming possession by a bird or animal spirit. Scientists believe that the causes include extreme cold and a lack of sunlight.

I composed this two nights ago, in response to having heard that a poet friend is now treminally ill. It is still a work in progress. (image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons: detail of a painting by John Thomas)

They say you hit 49 bullseyes out of 50,” Oakshott said. “I did,” I say. “Yet they still let you in.” I acknowledge his point with a smile. “I’m a...

G od … h uman … I saiah … J oseph … K ing … L ydia

she’s a breath of air she’s a moonlit night she’s a midnight dance she’s a kiss of light! her voice is music her touch is care her spirit sanctity...

The bus glides like a spaceship through the alien night. For sure, I should know this area. The sleepy farms, the casual trees, the serious ditches,...