Writing the Past

Something interesting happened to me on the subway the other day. I was standing as usual, swaying like a blade of grass along with all the ...

Muse, tell me the deeds of golden Aphrodite the Cyprian, who stirs up sweet passion in the gods and subdues the tribes of mortal men and bi...

Hear your fate, O dwellers in Sparta of the wide spaces; Either your famed, great town must be sacked by Perseus' sons, Or, if that be ...

In writing about the past, you inevitably end up writing about people that pass on, be they emperors sitting upon gem-encrusted thrones, or ...

Just picture it, a misty morning in northern Italy with the sun beginning to cut through. Birdsong comes to a halt as the sound of stomping ...

I thought I would mention a collection of early Welsh tales which I recently finished re-reading which pre-date both Geoffrey of Monmouth an...

Salvete, readers! Whoever you may be. I'm back from black oblivion the other side of the dark river. No, I didn't die and go on a pl...