Anecdotal Evidence

Friends and relatives, people whose judgment I actually trust, have urged me to move Anecdotal Evidence from Blogger to Substack and I don’t...

I fight the urge to wallow in nostalgia but it seeps back in like moisture in an unfinished basement. I take that image from my childhood ho...

From a dusty, thoroughly disorganized Houston bookstore I bought a copy of Turnstile One: A Literary Miscellany (Turnstile Press, 1948), ed...

T he American poet Len Krisak asks a question common to all serious readers, one that, if posed privately, serves as an honest way to reve...

Spoken by a man after my own heart:   “You must grant me a dispensation for saying any thing, whether it be sense or nonsense, upon the su...

I can’t think of another poet who wrote so often or so amusingly about death as Thomas Disch. I once tried tallying his death-themed poems a...

“In spite of the Deconstructionists who say that communication is not really possible, we most of us manage to honor stop signs, and we all ...