What will Spring look like in Kyiv? I dread it for them – and for us. This week, an icy grip holds the city. And…
Fiction
Pure Colour by Sheila Heti is “that rarest of novels – as alien as a moon rock and every bit as wondrous” (Kirkus Reviews). Or maybe…
A bee in winter travels into the new year finds open flower * * * Happy New Year, friends! I took an online haiku class…
Patricia Eastwood returns to Bacon today with a lovely meditation on the mad, mad world (and two books she’s read recently). From Patricia: Some things…
It began innocently enough. She walked into a bookstore, a famous one… The green carpet had seen better days. It almost had a seedy feel,…
It started in the attic, where a fan shorted out. “It then caught the HVAC ductwork on fire and followed it like a fuse,” Matt…
I’m dreaming of Dandelion Wine and Tokyo nights; of rock bands and robots; of love. I’m dreaming of happily ever after; of journeys, and childhood,…
My husband and I left Pepper and Daisy at home when we went out to dinner a few nights ago. Daisy stayed in her crate…
My friend Mary Jo Shankle has found her way – perhaps her calling – during the pandemic. Here’s what she has to say. Thank…