A Wizard of Earth

Spring came all at once, and with it the scent of spring, rising out of the forest in the early morning.   Nor was mine the only soul q...

Watching and waiting. Sometimes it seems this is how we spend most of our lives: watching for the rain to clear. For spring to arrive. Fo...

I woke at dawn two days ago to the sound of birds singing all through the forest, a chorus of unseen voices in the early blue light. Those w...

The elections of 134 B.C. marked a point of no return. That summer the People’s Assembly of Rome chose Tiberius Gracchus as its representat...

or What Is Happening Here? INTRODUCTION Every culture has a particular way of doing things, a way which is difficult t...

My research through the past winter was rewarded with some very satisfying corroborations vis a vis some hunches I'd picked up reading O...

Coming home over the marshes with the taste of violet on my tongue, the sun glanced off the grey clouds, golden. Everything was fresh and st...