Literary Archive

In honor of Veteran’s Day: “The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”

It’s getting cold here in New York. I drank a lot of lattes over the weekend. The NYC marathon ran through my neighborhood on Sunday so we walked over to watch.

In honor of Halloween week: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before… – Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven  

“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward.

“Of course it’s exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn’t meant to be reasonable.” —Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions 

“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother’s house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always

I’ve been sitting around nursing a cold for the past few days. Something has been going around, since most of my Facebook feed is sick as well. Combined with fall coming, this pretty much sums up how I’ve been feeling the past few days: