My red shoes.  Never worn.  My knees went out about the time I bought them and I never wore high heels after that.  These are not as high as the heels in  “The Red Shoe Diaries” which is the name of an erotic series — all about women who keep sad diaries about disappointed love and mail them to David Duchovny. A gimmick as old as Geisha pillow books and...

The sun comes up tarnished brass and sheets a shadowed world, frosted cold. The grass is ochre, leaves are gone. The world is stripped, burned by cold.   Today is Veteran’s Day in the States and Remembrance Day in Canada. I think I will take the occasion to talk about the terrible beauty of death and destruction in time of war and the wrenching truths of poetry...