Another short one for another short day, and the beauty here should be evident: how lovely it would be if our physical presences existed as waves of...

On occasion, another excruciatingly bleak day will end with a moderately edifying insignia etched onto your nightcap, and on those occasions, you...

Too. Hot. To. Type. But I leave you a nice. Long. One.
Triviatum: This from a college short story anthology, with notations, footnotes, the...

I don't know much about where you are, but where I am, I can tell you a thing or two about the heat right now. The thing being: it's hot. Mighty...

If anybody ever asks you if you're a happy prince or a sparrow, you should be prepared with an answer: I tell you now, you never know when it might...

In reality, we also are fallen folks, and, so far as I can see, very deeply fallen into the abyss of self-sufficiency and the conviction of our own...

For those not out barbecuing or picnicking or watching cosmic collisions or stealing carbide:
John Fante: My Mother's Goofy...

Happy 49th Podcast!
The 49th is, of course, a notable one: it's our last perfect square until 64, and even then, both digits won't also be perfect...

Is there anything, and I mean anything, italics and all, better than a good fortuitous bookend to a good podcast? Not only does this story have one...

This may be one you remember from your schooldays, maybe one that made you a liberal, or a feminist, or a prolifer, prochoicer, or antichoicer, or...