Category: Writing

My own serious stuff; the craft itself; those who inspire me in it; the art of reading.

Flashlife

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” HE ASKED from behind his newspaper. She thought, I have never been alright a day in my life. None of us have. We see too much — think too much — don’t act enough — enchained by…

Prosatio Silban and the Plain Truth

EVEN WHEN HOSPITALITY PROFFESSIONALS ARE “off the clock,” their discourse – like that of the other trades – can’t help but revolve around their livelihoods. “How’s this for a topic?” asked Piriforma Syndro, head chef at epicurean Pormaris’ renowned Diamond…

Stellar Blues

do the stars know the names by which we call them? we, the hubristic and temporary, label the unthinkably ancient with quick mouth sounds and fading pen-scratches. will they mourn when we are gone? would they say: “nice try, two-legs;…