Gynocracy and its Discontents
Every now and again an upstart crow breaks free from the ivory tower and lands on the lawns of popular nonfiction. The usual fate for such books is to appear on coffee...
Read MoreEvery now and again an upstart crow breaks free from the ivory tower and lands on the lawns of popular nonfiction. The usual fate for such books is to appear on coffee...
Read MoreLike most people I found my way to John Skelton because of Robert Graves. Because Skelton wore a gown embroidered with the name Calliope and kept a pet sow, and because...
Read MoreSometime in 1999 I joined a writing group that subsequently called itself The Cascadilla Poets. Over the years I’ve been in many informal writing groups and they...
Read MoreI watch my babies climb across the nameless memories of this public grave their eager fingers burn the polished granite and engrave the plaques with flames beneath the...
Read More“I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey.” -David Bowie, Lady Stardust Finally, Endangered Species is done, or at least I have a complete draft to edit....
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