Category Archives: Commentary

Qoute Beginning Books Music Coda

To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven Pete Seeger’s “Turn! Turn! Turn!” We’ve given over this edition to Gary, our music editor extraordinaire, who’s telling us about the … Continue reading →

Weather like this makes me want to write ‘Death’ on all the leaves. — Marianne C. Porter I can smell garlic, cumin, nutmeg, cardamom, and even a hint of ginger on the whole baby lamb being slowly cooked as I … Continue reading →

The fiddle playing that tune had a mute on its bridge, substantially reducing the volume of the music, but it was still loud enough for the woman to lift her head and smile when she heard it. She knew that … Continue reading →

“I really didn’t mean to steal it.”  Mr. Williams shook his head. He scratched at his chin nervously. “Why not? That’s what they’re there for. Tunes belong to everybody. So do stories.” — Robert Holdstock’s Mythago Wood Finch ‘ere. I’m … Continue reading →

She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but she was a bit like a cat herself, forever wandering in the woods, chasing after squirrels and rabbits as fast as her skinny legs could take her when the fancy struck, climbing trees … Continue reading →

There’s always hope for something. Just not always… not always what we want.  James S. A. Corey’s The Mercy of Gods I smelled something quite enticing in the hallway out of our Kitchen. So I handed Pub duties over to Finch … Continue reading →

If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says “15 miles to the love shack” Love shack, yeah, yeah I’m headin’ down the Atlanta highway Lookin’ for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway … Continue reading →

Not until then did they notice that Gandalf was missing. So far he had come all the way with them, never saying if he was in the adventure or merely keeping them company for a while. He had eaten most, … Continue reading →

The truth of some promises is not as important as whether or not you can believe in them, with all your heart. A game of baseball can’t really make a summer day last forever. A home run can’t really heal … Continue reading →