A poem — I saw just now again the garden at dusk, beyond the open glass doors. I saw the white narcissus and star lilies in the moonlight, luminous and perfect. I was supposed to be somewhere else, but I stayed, remembering. For I had been here before and forgotten how everything mattered. How the radiance…

This is a hard one. But Eleanor Roosevelt knew what she was talking about. The former First Lady ranked in the top nine most widely admired people of the twentieth century. Her legacy, one among many, was to tell us “The choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” Yet…

An ancient cave in Wales and the folly of history In 1823, an Oxford professor entered Paviland Cave on the south coast of the Gower Peninsula in Wales. Inside, he found bones that were 33,000 years old from the Upper Paleolithic period. The professor was William Buckland, a theologian and…

A book I didn’t know I had written… — A few years ago in 2016 I had finished and published a science fiction novel The Visitors and wondered what to write next. I scrolled through my files where I kept ideas and meandering thoughts. Suddenly, I saw a separate file titled Guardians of the Field. I had begun this…

I began following Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar a while ago on Medium because of her art. Each work she creates is either the source or a response to the immersive poetry or story that comes with it. Both paintings and words are of one cloth, and filled with haunting images. In…

When reality and fantasy merge exactly… — Has there been a more joyous play written than A Midsummer Night’s Dream? It leaves the receptive audience unfailingly delighted. I recall seeing it one time at the Chatham Playhouse on Cape Cod — the summer night held just a bit of mist that wound itself through the trees along…

“You see, ultimately, we are infinite, therefore you can’t be defined. Yet, when you weave your story into the fabric of the cosmos, you create your character to help you navigate the story of your life.” Carmellita brings the reader into a field of what I think of as concrete…

I know — I have four…wait, maybe five… — I was born within sight of the River Thames and baptized in a twelfth-century church of St. Peter and St. Paul. …

Coming across the life story of a half-Alsatian / half-Corgi mongrel named Billy on Medium, I was taken by the emotion of the narrative, and reminded of what a profound gift it is when we receive the joyous and unconditional love of a precious dog. I began to read more…