Since those strange and tawdry days of Charlie McCarthy and (shudder) Jerry Mahoney, ventriloquism seems to have gone underground. It s...

It started at Home Depot. No, it started in Hawaii, actually, when I saw a cycad the size of a barrel and became enchanted. It was t...

Just a little bit of something I had lying around the house. No, actually I made it. This is my very first functioning juju doll. Th...

A beautiful, gorgeous, luscious chunk of movie impressionism, with Fred Astaire to boot. And he's singing Gershwin! Mr. Gershwin an...

(I don't often post chunks of my journal, but this time I felt the need. Recently I risked sending some of my writings on psychic p...

 

I found myself looking up this entry in the original Morningside Papers anthology today, for no reason I can as...