Sounds in the Hickory Wind

Tom was not concerned then with a purpose. The world consisted largely of himself, its purpose was to contain him, and his purpose was to ...

We saw a fox this morning, golden-brown, a long tail bushy at the end,  loping along through the low green wheat, bound who-knows-where. T...

I mentioned in passing that the lakes are full and the animals fairly chipper. It occurs to me that I should now expand on those remarks, as...

Thursday was rather fraught, or rather, the morning was. It's a holiday here and we've taken a long weekend, so we're at the ...

Tom lived, that is, his body lived, in a normal sort of house in a normal sort of street. A quiet residential street, and a house that his m...

There was a group of people in the main square this morning, shouting and waving flags. There often are. This was supposedly about an ongo...

The boy’s mind lived on a lake. In a big house on a lake. He didn’t see the house as near or next to the lake, but on it. Not floating, ju...