Feeding the Fox: A Parable
April 19, 2018[…] Cast out of Hill town. Being “perhaps the fox” became sufficient reason to be returned into the world and company of the fox. At one point a rabbit asked: “But if these foxes do […]
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Like the sound of laying the warp, whispered names resonate within the grained, muraled, marble and curtain walls of this holy place, and veil the light and air with your form, hands
I’d ridden this way a hundred times, Up Monday Town along the fence Dividing wheat from perennial sage Herding cattle to summer grazing
With the possible exception of Louis L’Amour, Wallace Stegner has probably been interviewed more frequently than any other living Western writer. This is an impressive tribute to Stegner’s accessibility to representatives of both scholarly […]
When the first letter comes, a quiet verdict, water sheds its sense: coastlines stiffen,
What kind of God has made this sapphire tide stroking the white sand mouth of Yucatan, outrageously extravagant, a place fit for the baptism of God or kings
Gone from the pampas. The only brunette; her first airplane flight at six months.
No room at the inn, For them, anyway. It didn’t take ESP to read the situation. Just avoiding unpleasantness later. He had enough on his mind just then.