March 2017

Tonight when darkness falls, I pull on my black hooded raincoat and set off in the dense fog to clear my head. Do I strain to find truth through a veil of water droplets dancing in the atmosphere? Or do I suspend my disbelief and glimpse seven Earth-size planets recently discovered that orbit a tiny star? Who are we this spring Equinox when day and night are of (almost) equal duration? What will tip the sail?

As my vision crystallizes, I behold a whitewashed house on Pennsylvania Avenue. In the inner sanctum of illusive diffusion, a triumvirate of witches levitates over a cauldron stirring, chanting – brewing up a batch. Read More »