Poem: Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America
Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America Tell me what it's like to live without curiosity, without awe. To sail on clear water, rolling your eyes at the kelp reefs swaying beneath you, ignoring the flicker of...
Poem: New Year (Rosh Hashanah)
Rosh Hashanah - Sept 15-17, 2023 new year. Ned Hayes Rosh Hashanah comes this year on a day of cool wind, a breathtaking portent of winter taking the world, rude lover tossing the sheets away. in autumn the sadness of all things is greatest for now the world...
AI – Thoughts and Speculations regarding Books & Copyright (by Adam Neville)
A new post by writer Adam LG Nevill is on point regarding the potential effects of Artificial Intelligence tools on creative writing and writers in general. (Here's a short excerpt posted with the permission of Nevill, with more behind the fold) I'm finding that few...
In Memoriam: Cormac McCarthy
On June 13, at the age of 89, Cormac McCarthy passed away at his home in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I was profoundly unsettled and provoked by McCarthy's work, and I found his work to be powerful and insightful. His writing always delved into the darker aspects of human...
Poem: May, by Mary Oliver
May May, and among the miles of leafing, blossoms storm out of the darkness— windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees dive into them and I too, to gather their spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs is the deepest certainty that this existence too— this sense of...
