A Brief Open Letter to Dr. Ben Carson

Dr. Ben Carson (Originally published March 2013 in response to the fallout from his infamous National Prayer breakfast speech): Dear Dr....

I was suddenly taken back…

I was suddenly taken back to summers on the highland, where time spent chasing freedom and slurping cherry sno-cones with the boys was...

Grazing Sheep…

Dozens of grazing sheep dotted the lush green swards like fattened bits of ripe cotton blanketing the meadow. What was left of the old...

The reality…

“The reality, Sebastian,” Dr. Ganguly started as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door, “Is that what you tend to consider learned...

Arbitrary and Tenuous…

The arbitrary and tenuous theoretical matrix within which Dr. Bledsoe proposes his radical interpretation of the continuum hypothesis...

Two harrowing bouts….

Two harrowing bouts with pancreatic cancer all but killed him, but really didn’t make him any stronger either. He now spends his days...

Truth Be Told…

“Truth be told, we have created a consortium of imaginary fools; of meandering acolytes pretending to bear the cross of shame for a...

She Was Always…

She was always kind of a public guru, the poor man’s barroom Socrates. Her answers were always more questions that inevitably led to...

Beneath her saccharine platitudes…

Beneath her saccharine platitudes he caught a brief, yet disturbing glimmer of her pain. The passion and sincerity in her eyes ...

She balked…

Photo: “Lovers Beneath a Streetlight, Paris” Brassaï (Gyula Halász) #art #Artwork #photography #Prose #Artist

“What is Eternity?”

“What is eternity?” she asked. “Here, take a look, as far as the crow flies.” “Where?” “Straight ahead. That’s eternity.” “How so?” ...

Water

Startled by the shrill cries of feathered sable-winged imps, I awaken. I stumble with purpose to the bathroom, turn on the faucet,...