Category: Yo Ivanhoe

I can tell you from unfortunate personal experience the sort of thing you can expect if you allow yourself to fall under the spell of a poison toad. It’s not good, that’s for damn sure. You’d think, I suppose, that any reasonably intelligent person would know enough to steer clear of a poison toad that…

Easy world, you gave it once– please quietly welcome it back, that hand. –William Stafford, from “Going On” …what is it we are all doing, what is it we are about, pray tell? And why are we gathered here? –Raymond Carver, “All My Relations” What the hell do we want? What is our heart’s desire?…

All men should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why. —James Thurber We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk…

But couldn’t it all have been a little nicer, as my mother’d say. Did it have to kill everything in sight, did right always have to be so wrong? I know this body is impatient. I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind. Yet I loved, I love. I want no sentimentality. I…

It may be that alien animals are attracted to individuals possessed of certain psychological traits. We can surmise that energy-seeking entities were around that night, and that the poacher’s blood would have met their needs. Scattered work. Magic of the city. Web of shopping. Antonio Villas Boas had blood extracted from a clean incision just…

So, then: Even after all that impenetrable darkness and the long, bruising fall, he would live, and emerge gulping and incredulous into a world painted over in a flat coat of muted gray. In the old happily-ever-after version of such a tale, a man in the grips of blind despair would be saved by an…