The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

I had missed Urban Opera ’s premiere production of Purcell’s Dido and Aeneas last year, but I’d heard enough raves to keep an eye out for an...

raking the front yard seems more picturesque now than warmer weeks ago

glancing to the west I see day is almost done: a burst of glory

. . . with their endemic atmosphere of jittery ennui, along with blackmail, sexual politics, class warfare, and oh so much more, then you ne...

how could I resist buying a loaf of fresh bread so crusty and brown

stepping on a leaf one among many -- many leaves, many people

After hearing Benjamin Bagby perform Beowulf last night at Cal (the epic unabridged, up to the feast after the killing of Grendel): Benjami...

my desk was so clean -- sad papers now cover it like dead autumn leaves