We craft and tell stories because we’ve stood on the uncertain edge between the waking world and our imagination, between enchantment and fear. And we remember other stories that help us build our own stories, scraps of lumber and fragments of narrative we gather together to make stories for ourselves.
That the perusal of long, narrative poems is too rare in this day and age is a complaint likely to have been with us since the days of Homer. Nonetheless, the writing and reading of…Continue Reading
STAVE I Being the first in a series of guest posts by Daniel Gabelman Advent is once again upon us. The long dullness of November has finally ended, perhaps with the vestiges of turkey still…Continue Reading
