Feelin' great--my book gets ever closer to entering the world! Here's the cover, the skin of the baby... featuring string/pencil/wax drawings by Wendy Drolma, with my design. The interior includes another dozen of Wen… Continue

Here is an essay that I revised a bit from my introduction to an anthology a few years ago. It gives a taste of my thoughts about the art of writing fiction....

Writing and the Mask

I am wearing a mask. Right now, as I write this. It is not a physical thing covering my face; ra… Continue

For the past month or two I have been dipping into the collection published in 1977 of "Essays of E.B. White." Before now I hadn't read very much at all of White except his children's books. The essays in this collection are variable, but some are quite funny, others quite lovely, still others a little of both. And some are very sad, especially when he writes - and this was back in the 1950s and 1960s in many cases - of the harm done by our chemicals and atomic weapons and the like to what was b… Continue

The only thing we can be sure of when it comes to our existence is simply that we do. We are alive and can see that; but nothing more. To assume a guided purpose or predetermined fate for ourselves is nothing more than wishful thinking. No matter how comforting it might be to believe we are special to the cosmos there’s no reason to think that we are. Texts, both ancient and new, attribute a sense of privilege and immortality, but they’re only concepts born in the minds of ordinary people. Again… Continue

This is the epigraph I've placed on page one of my story collection The Principle of Ultimate Indivisibility:

Far away in the heavenly abode of the great god Indra, there is a wonderful net which has been hung by some cunning artificer in such a manner that it stretches out inde… Continue