"A Love Song" - Gibson, Charles Dana (1867-1944); via Old Book Illustrations 2007-2025 Love is hard to write about  But easier than saying it.    I love you is a password to pain and pleasure.  It can mean everything them,   But can they tell it is sincere?  Can the cadence of the first instance set precedent for the rest of it?    Does any moment have as much power as the first time? Should it?  And does the last time make it all seem false,   an actor encouraging an audienc

There is a tree outside my office.  It cuts across a thin white building with large,   black-framed windows.    The trunk starts...

Above all, a good man. Standing outside the slipstream Of mourning Makes someone's death less interesting than a cocktail.

(For those who aren't aware, I'm pretty keen on history, Ancient Greece especially. A few years back I had a cool idea for a story: what...