Because one ode to asparagus is one stalk too short.  We cherish for reasons too reckless to fathom,  which wrench us from tongue-tied to...

Too oft have I sat beneath a kind tree slavering over moments alone with thee. Sighing, I catch on the merest breeze a wondrous aroma;...

Well, of course that's merely a metaphor, or a synecdoche, since I'm bringing neither a part of the country nor nor the whole of the...

So You Know A dark place behind the reflection waxing hot waning to chills numb recognition of World, of Life the spinout of...

August is waning and, thus, the dog days of summer. Greek mythology has it that Sirius was Orion the Hunter’s dog; the Romans named the...

Yesterday, I deliberated about deliberating. Then today, I decided to deliberate. After a longer swim than intended, because I lost count...

We know the clichés: “This is the worst traffic ever!” “I’ve never been on hold this long.” “If you knew how much I hate standing in...

It's March, just after St. Paddy's and the Ides. Please keep your green beer and dire predictions far, far from me. I am in full-tilt...

Perhaps you want to know which door. Too late to have a choice. It's my door, and you’re already inside. If you felt that this past year...