The Stages of Men’s Phallic Transformation

The author aims his opening salvo directly at where men are most vulnerable — right below the belt. And he invites women in as witness.

“Read on, men, and hold your groin if the spirit moves you. Women, read on, and understand…

Under the Withering Eye of the Tarot Card

I had been living in chaos for a full week, courtesy of the Jung Center in New York City, that took me inside the archetype where I had been hanging out since at least the last presidential election. It was during the last thirty minutes of the last session…

The Psychology of the Novel

A writer friend told me years ago that her difficulty was not starting a novel; it was ending it. She wasn’t just referring to the endless itch writers have to change one last word in the manuscript, a final attempt at perfection. Both she and I have regularly faced that torment…

Last Right

Why should
death hold fear?
 — would
it, if we’re clear
both in heart
and mind
that no dart
could find
chink
in one’s armor;
think
with…

Harvest Moon

On that day
the scythe will sweep
over the fields, the wheat 
and the chaff
will lie under evening skies 
with the crushed flowers…

Lingo

If I could
speak
the language of 
Languedoc, Loire 
and Lorraine — of 
love — with untied 
tongue, I would 
sing.

Still Life

Stillness set
in spiraled wait
at the uncoiling 
tides, the blue 
tighter inside
the conch — intense 
as only
waiting could be, 
and…