Howl at the River of Steel [36]

Yesterday I drove my wife to the nearest decent international airport, Venice’s Marco Polo. It’s a drive of 172 kilometres, just under two hours if you have the luck of fools and the speed of a zephyr. It’s better to assume three, because Traffic is a god that loves no man. And loves man less […]

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After Writing the Ultraviolet Grasslands [35]

On Friday the weather threatened rain. Pregnant, cumulous clouds in shades of gray, slate, and purple rose above the border and tumbled across the sky. A dull wind blew and rustled the leaves on the vine as I plucked grapes to eat in my parents’ yard. The sky growled. I looked up as a drop […]