Hypothermia
I keep starting blog posts but abandoning them. It seems impossible to finish reacting to one ogreous moment before getting pounced on by another, and unseemly [read more...]
Musings
Looking for a way forward
It’s possible that much of the frustration I feel about a lack of audience stems from the years when I made a living as a graphic artist and designer. [read more...]
Farewell to a Plague Year
2020 shudders to a close. It hardly seems right to let it go without an end-of-year post, but this has been the kind of bastard year in which new challenges [read more...]
A Song of Worlds
THE OPENING EPISODE OF DZADEFVE OA CHARLS’M, read by Robert Stikmanz. The great poem of the Dvarsh people, Dzadefve oa Charls’m, grows steadily. At [read more...]
A poem from the past
A version of the following poem appeared in my first chapbook, The Green Book, in 1981. My great grandfather was still alive at that time. The poem seems to me [read more...]
Family Story
I’ve been under the weather for a couple of weeks. Despite trying to stay productive, I haven’t mustered energy for a new “Musings” [read more...]
Politricks 2020
I have been silent through this political season, but my eyes and ears have been open. You don’t need social media to know which way the wind blows. My [read more...]
Stretching the Bones
or Virtue Pursued It’s Wednesday, fast day, the day to break from prevailing cares and do something different. I was going to go back to the drawing that [read more...]
Marking an orbit
Another chapter opened during the last week of July. I turned 65, causing the landscape of possibility to contract. An administrative disorder with no [read more...]
Weigh in motion
Time for the July newsletter has rolled around while I’m still thinking about last month. The June Stikmantica boasted more link clicks and more [read more...]
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