A Special Kind of Courage
My nine-year-old son did something really brave today. We were at a tourist attraction, and there was a rope climbing course. For $11, anyone over the height of...
Month: June 2018
My Father’s Games
I remember the first time my father showed me GAMES Magazine. I must have been around ten years old, because it was shortly after the magazine premiered in 1977...
How To Be An Ally: Don’t Be An ‘Ally’
This is a story about allies. Once upon a time, there were two men. Bartholomew and Winston worked at the same office, in different departments. Every day for m...
A Mathematician’s Sonnet
So algebra is not aligned to taste: A bunch of letters dancing without need. You find the dancers nothing but a waste? My friend, some words on this you ought t...
villanelles
A student spoke of writing a sonnet, and I mentioned that I’d written some once, once upon a time. She sounded like she didn’t believe me, like this...
White Dusk
fate’s fickle finger is cold gray steel filled with hot white pus angry and impotent: it is its impotence that makes it angry makes it flash across the sky make...
Meandering
Mindful of the road, I Make my way forward, still Melancholy, still quiet… Muddied in still waters, Muddled with clarity. Might another false step Matter? I can...