Monthly Archives: December 2018

I wonder as I wander

(out under the sky) Merry Christmas! This Christmastime (consider we-ell, and bear in mind) has been strangely hectic, at least inside my head, and it’s been hard to settle down and choose a project to work on. As one not … Continue reading

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From the Leaf-Mould

Artist’s statement from the senior capstone class. It had to answer several very specific questions, and I asked the professor I named if he was fine with me doing so, and he was. I’d been writing for about seven years … Continue reading

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“That’s a silly answer,” she said.

“No it isn’t,” retorted Peregrine, wiping blackberry juice out of his eye. Saturday I did the take-home Ethics final, and I turned in everything related to my major on Thursday, so I am done for good! Farewell to my schooldays. … Continue reading

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In Which Dr Rieppel hears a story about himself.

Reader, I read it to him. But first I had to stand by a three-foot-by-four-foot poster with bits of my final paper for Ethics on it (with a picture of a lovely fourteenth-century window thrown in) from ten-thirty to noon … Continue reading

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