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 seem so routine – the rhythm of the tides, traffic, me walking to my mother’s…
Alice gleams in the mad, mad world while parents teach their young to share a rock in the sun – the sparrow bold and sharp finds crumbs – and the moth believes herself beautiful. Black eyed susans flirt by…
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, that carpet. Like it should have been in a roadside motel. It had seen a…
The Corona Gardens (I) Once upon a time (in the Time of Corona) a grand old pine perished, felled by tiny beetles which seems kind of tragic but not as tragic as it may have seemed once upon a time. Among…
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 texted. He and his wife Mary were visiting their older daughter in Atlanta at the…