The One in Which I Launch ArtisansQuill on a Friday Afternoon

For the past few months, I have dreamt, planned, and begun building ArtisansQuill. Of all the roles, being a literary prospector, like a baba n bola of words, was the most thrilling. I wasn’t searching for trash. I was scouting for tired or busy wordsmiths and the treasures they carry. And what a joy it has been. What treasures I have found! When I chose … Continue reading The One in Which I Launch ArtisansQuill on a Friday Afternoon

Between Man and Machine

Less visibly tragic than expected,  less cinematic in its appeal: No resurgent dinosaur rampaging  through the street, trampling parked cars & injuring billboards  The sky is still its sure azure,  the mountains still maintain their mammoth masses. Yet skeptics are now more than certain of the world’s ending.    Evolutionists say bipedalism  marked man’s ascendance to the zenith of Animalia.  Soon as we woke to … Continue reading Between Man and Machine