December 2018

COMPASS There’s a lost south in me, a place where joy,though costly, was a common middle name.Tomorrow, there, had elsewhere stayed today, solstices changed places, nothing was the same. There at the world’s edge, the antipodes,with all the stars and seasons rearranged,earth’s axis seemed to shift...

Warning: this is about nothing relevant—except reality. Poor reality, it's so threatened these days. Now, I am devoted to imagination and, as you may have gathered, quite a fan of the surreal and the supra real, though I’m not always sure what that last is....

Now that the U.S. House of Representatives is back in relatively sane hands, we can dare look to the future. That feels like a luxury, since we've been scrabbling for moment to moment survival.