Author Archives: stubbornantiquary

Watch as, one by one, they, like pilgrims, tread; from corner and crusty baseboard crawling, scrounging for crumbs, morsels of power fallen from kings’ lips. Watch as, two by two, they, like soldiers, march; from marbled idol and sainted lectern … Continue reading →

[Note: Rough, very rough, very much in need of its own first revision.] Novels spun and scratched on recycled newsprint napkins seldom survive the first revision. Red ink sinks, deep, deep, deeply, hauntingly diffused in resurrected arboreal flesh, hemorrhaging, dying … Continue reading →

There are those domestically inclined persons who find it a matter of life-saving necessity to clear a room of dust. Often. Whether with broom, feather duster, or Swiffer, the dust is removed from floor, shelf, TV, cat, shoe, bread, plant. … Continue reading →

When I can no longer stand the mechanized world, I flee to the fields where the Tuttle farm used to be. There, and beyond, can be found lush green hills and open skies, worms and ladybugs, dirt. Some say it’s … Continue reading →

What I speak of is not roundtrip travel, but a one-way quest. Backward. Continue reading →