Monthly Archives: March 2013

I’m supposed to like France. I’m going again. I suppose it’s the food, and the wine and the sin. It can’t be the loos— they are Stygian bogs. Oh, what the hell! I’m lovin’ the Frogs.

Seth tickles the keys. Magic Dick blows a mean harp on “Whammer Jammer.” Dance-floor carousing greets Peter Wolf”s catcalls— T-shirts abounding.

In the spring of 1865, Professor Agassiz and his young wunderkind set forth in earnest to assail the toehold of Charles Darwin’s genius, to best that dour intellectual in the rank jungles of the Amazon Basin. Rapt with expectation regarding … Continue reading →

The camera captures the President’s widow where the British failed: a far cry from your youthful daring, your political genius— fleeing the White House with General Washington’s portrait, its canvas coiled in your carriage, just ahead of the flames. Now, … Continue reading →

He showed me a glistening arrowhead of white agate he found in high desert and posted on his Droid. I saw in it a Siberian fir sighing before me under the snow weight, and tent walls sagging and the pole … Continue reading →

Outside Rick’s Roadhouse four birds in a wheel well dodge the cold rain.