The WikiLeaks story is dramatic on so many levels, with a character at center stage, Julian Assange, worthy of Shakespeare:…
Only a Loose Stevens Connection
I’ll be the first to admit I’m not playing with a full deck—mine’s missing the eight of clubs and the…
Spawn of Stevens
A monster is known by its spawn. Or that’s one way we know a monster, at least, and few presences…
Blogging the Hugos: Decline, Part 1
When I set out to blog this year’s Hugo shortlisted novels, I imagined something conventional like a separate post on…
Two Texts for Bloomsday, by William Walsh
Below are two pieces derived from James Joyce’s collected letters. The first one plays on a comment from Ezra Pound…
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by John Domini
“And more than once, in their middle years, she and King Shahryar had pretended in bed that her life was…
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by Alexandra Chasin
“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” How is the question posed by any simile,…
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by Matt Bell
“It was like looking at a rock pile and trying to imagine an avalanche.” —from Guide, by Dennis Cooper …
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by Lance Olsen
RHETORIC The art of making life less believable; the calculated use of language, not to alarm but to do…
A Sentence About a Sentence I Love, by Ken Sparling
“There was a wall.” This is the first sentence of THE DISPOSSESED by Ursula K. Le Guin, and the…