One morning not too long ago, I was standing in the kitchen of the Folger Guest House in Washington, DC, speaking to one of the founders of the Folger Consort about technology. He was lamenting about how we were all tethered to our electronic devices. Continue reading “Resistance Is Futile”
Apocalypse Now
He thought it would make her happy. With a flourish, Kukulcan donned his feather robe and stepped into the circle. He had been working for ages on this long count calendar, and tonight, the first night of the Tzolk’in cycle, he was ready to dedicate it to her. His mother. His lover. His goddess. Continue reading “Apocalypse Now”
Elemental
They were the Weather Men, and they ruled the world. Continue reading “Elemental”
Kick My Ass
“Wow, you sure walk fast.” Continue reading “Kick My Ass”
Secrets of Eden
“Dr. Brinkley! Come here!”
Dr. Joshua Brinkley stood up and fanned himself with his hat. Six weeks at this dig, and he still hadn’t gotten used to the heat. By this time next month, he mused, I might have sweated enough to get back to my college weight. Continue reading “Secrets of Eden”