Days of Futures Past

I try to follow the old rule “fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.” But there’s not a one of us who can honestly say we’ve not gone back for more foolishness given instances of grief, love, passion, obsession, and even hope. What makes us continue to go back for more chemotherapy falls into this category. There’s no instance of chemotherapy being the cure of cancer. But we’ve seen success with it over the course of our disease. It’s not foolishness but hope that dries us to swallow the pills, be injected with or being lasered with by the very things that cause cancer.… Read More Days of Futures Past

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Look into My Crystal Ball, or The Writer as Telepath

The blank page: at times a writer’s inanimate nemesis. The written output, the writer’s words lend themselves to an infinite life with inasmuch potential. This simple premise suggests a complex hypothesis: a writer’s output can bridge the gap between art and science, alchemy and physics, space and time. The writer becomes a telepath sending messages… Read More Look into My Crystal Ball, or The Writer as Telepath