How Deeply Should One Read? — ****************************************************************** Dear Robbin, I hear what you have to say — and you have more to say than pretty much all of my first-year students put together. I am just a little confused. Your notion that any viewable flaw in a person is just the ice-berg of a frozen underwater…

A landman’s tale — What is wounding? he always asked, pointing at his chest, no, thumping, with eyes quite dry. The desert didn’t bat a rodent wing either, and the cactus spines tilted, praying “Lord, support the lean side of the thirst house low as ditches.” Cans of water hung the mid-beams, as the…

Twisted of Nights — Who signed the deed on the soul of their heart, those Evelings who yet varnish fruit? When down comes the rain, and the trees rip and swing, and they sail their own mast-posts to cloot… With what do they shine in the dims of the dark, their beautifuls stretched for…

And those who listened — His eyes were puddles of swamp power with the switch turned on His fists were small like rocket mice, with something to prove in the corridors His back was bronze and his words like teeth, they cut so deep to the night and its jugular His eyes they were black and no one…

A guy who plays artist and writer tells about His Art — I started with a model leaning against a door. She reminded me of someone I knew. Someone who was brave — no, very brave! I mirrored her around in the image, until just her stare is perceived in a part of it. Almost like she is a ghost, watching her…

And the Soldiers you Graze there — The cave is full of glass — and what did you expect. The bride didn’t make it on time, and the water was heavy, as more than usual. Two elephants moved out before the janitor had anything to do with it. The bars were greasy, and the monkeys smelled like potatoes. I…