(1915-2014) Before I lived I was two living things, an absence borne between two different wings: a soft cell, female, and a hard one male. Decency may forbid me less detail but allows me to migrate and hide among the miracles of molecules inside. Yes! Less detail I...
At age 62, I find that my once disparate interests in the sciences, communication and creative writing are now finding a happy union in semiotics or iconology. I am childishly fascinated by the generative and transformative power of metaphors, and in imitation of...
Excerpt from the novel 70% acrylic 30% wool, 2011. December continued with no hitches really, except for the fact that it stubbornly began afresh when it got to the thirty-first. But it was all for the best, who can stand those New Year’s Day lunches anyway.And my...
