The lover, the lunatic and the poet are all of one mind. Their seething brains shape such fantasies that... Read More

May 31. June is just 90 minutes away. I just climbed into bed. Outside is silent blackness. I watched... Read More

Barbara called this morning and invited me to lunch today. It is spring in Lothlorien. I would certainly go... Read More

This week's book story is broken. In two. Part was written early in the week. The rest this morning... Read More

The sleep was hard and deep. I had dreams of clearing a long roadside slope of high grass and weeds... Read More

5 a.m. Tuesday. The "nanny" watch buzzed on my wrist earlier. "Time to stand up!" It must still be on UK... Read More