The Story of My Irrelevance
“We appear to be cut off, restricted to a single sphere and totally accounted for therein. And certainly, the ‘us’ of this ordinary level...
Penelope’s Spinning Wheels
One of the oddest images in Homer’s “Odyssey” is of Odysseus’ incredibly faithful wife weaving all day and unravelling each night, a garment which...
Waving to the Other Side
In times of yore (long before I was born), writers who set out to explore the mysteries of the past would invoke the Muse...
BE the Squirrel (3 by Ken McKeon)
Thanks, Nancy You want the news. Well, out back a dying tree Found a degree of New life with late springtime rain, I mean...
Cycling on the Road of Time, with no Helmet
“Accustomed to thinking of our lifetime as a single continuous thread, we seldom dwell on the significance of these subtle beginnings and endings in...
Consulting the Oracles of Time
In a memoir there is always a present time from which a shepherd, tending the flock of memories, sends out his rescue missions. And...
Animal Stories are Us
Unsettling truths about the human realm can be more palatable when delivered in the form of a parable. In animal stories, such as told...
Remembering Betty
Last weekend I attended a memorial gathering for Betty Senescu. Her passing at age 92 brought together at least a hundred people. Judging from...
The Weaver is Being Woven.
In my own life, I have experienced recurrent changes in how my eyes viewed my world: in 1968, after a fire expelled me from...
Communications from the Field
“To live your life is not to cross a field.” Hamlet poem in Doctor Zhivago, Boris Pasternak The edition of “Dr. Zhivago” that showed...