Pricksongs & Descants

Pricksongs & Descants

so bless me I’m ruminatin on the old times when virtue was its own so-called reward and acquired a well-bejeweled stud in the bargain propped up there in the stale limp sheets once the scene of so much blood and beauty like I say propped up and dyin away there in my...
The Sound and the Fury

The Sound and the Fury

The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s heads passing beneath new straw hats not yet unbleached. There were women in the car now, with market baskets, and men in work-clothes were beginning to outnumber the...
4 3 2 1

4 3 2 1

So there they were in July 1961, about to set off for Camp Paradise at the start of that eventful summer when all the news from the outside world seemed to be bad news: the wall going up in Berlin, Ernest Hemingway blasting a bullet through his skull in the mountains...
The Doer Of Good

The Doer Of Good

It was night-time and He was alone. And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards the city. And when He came near He heard within the city the tread of the feet of joy, and the laughter of the mouth of gladness and the loud noise of many lutes. And He...
In Persuasion Nation

In Persuasion Nation

My AmendmentMr Terence Rackman Leadtown Courier-Examiner Leadtown, PA, 13245 Re: “Not in This Town, Friend,” June 15 issue, “My Turn” Lifestyle Section Dear Mr. Rackman, Very much enjoyed your recent article and wish to weigh in with some of my...