Ernest and I are heading down I-270 to the Gaithersburg Wonder Book. There's finally a large enough... Read More

Blue of the jay. Red of the cardinal. Dun, black and gray of the birds that don't advertise. There was a... Read More

(Phantasie—from the Greek phantasia—apparition.) The lilies bloom in July. There are monstrous ones... Read More

Last weekend was 16 hours of old books. Be careful what you wish for. Is too much of anything always... Read More