What can I say about any time I spent in Montauk, Land's End, on the beach, on the sands, in the surf, viewing the sky, entering the waves, watching the waves, closing my eyes and listening to the waves, hearing the muted rhythmic pounding of them against the shore as if envelopped in cotton when … Continue reading Montauk Beach, C’est Moi

Individuality, it seems, has not been respected for too long.  It is more than just a few decades, no? The increase in disrespect for individuality, even coming from those who think they are expressing their individuality most pronouncedly, is part of the problem our freedom faces. An erosion of liberty is a problem for any society … Continue reading Individual Divided

Who is like unto God, the Arch-angel Michael asks as he cuts Satan in half, or so I was told the story of what his name is supposed to mean. I do not even care if it is true or not in the sense that it is part of the lore or not, and not … Continue reading Re-reading Liberty [Flash Fiction]

Horror and the Baroque [a short story] I couldn't take my eyes off it at the Met, he said his friend had said. He did, he said this, my friend said this, he said. How long ago now I should be able to say, he said his friend had said, but did not say where … Continue reading You Could not Take Your Eyes off of It

Words echo, resounding in other words. A shadow is a spectral echo, an echo an acoustic shadow, a shadow, a hole in light, light a shield against the dark. My soul is like Swiss cheese.

What else is there to say about the wilderness, the desert, the emptiness we face every day in a culture void of Truth, committed to re-enforcing the ideas that there is no Truth, that there are no little truths, that there is no transcendence, nor absolution, nor objectivity. We are no longer beings of spirit, … Continue reading Across the Wilderness [Flash Fiction]

What do we mean by the  history of history? Is it closer to the history of historiography? The history of history writing is an important history to be told, yet the focus on historiography has often been asserted, in recent decades anyway, to imply (for no inference is clear) that history is only the writing of … Continue reading History, Truth and the New American Way

Je voudrais dire la vérite´ J'aime la vérité. --Jean Cocteau,  "Le Menteur" The Opinions of Anonymous Prologue To kill or not to kill, that is the question, whether it is nobler in the mind to endure the slings and arrows of outrageous morons around you, or just to end them by cutting their throats, slashing … Continue reading The Floor [A Short Story]