It has seemed appropriate to present first the Spanish version of this story; the versions in English and en français follow further below. Como siempre, las sugerencias y correcciones son bienvenidas. A la Villa Blanca (en espagñol) Estaba en… Read More ›
There are women who are horses, there are women who are ships. There are men who are horses, there are women who are fish. Children whirl like helicopters, evading every kiss. And dogs who like lobster into butter can be… Read More ›
Working on the plant-based poem November Love Story I was surprised to discover that this “Nurture” essay, which appeared in Surviving the Twenty-First Century, had never been published on Montaigbakhtinian. Here it is. There was a time, in a… Read More ›
Those who follow the news are not superior but complicit Ceux qui se tiennent au courant de l’actualité ne sont pas supérieurs mais complices Not to worry, soon enough you will not be able to turn your machines off Pas… Read More ›
With apologies to Freud, three poems, none too serious. Que Freud puisse accepter mes excuses pour ces trois poèmes petits et légers. I The playground is quiet I can read in the sun The children confined to day care… Read More ›
Dedicated to my friend Masha, who is studying child development. A conversation with her about the importance of a child’s first few years pushed me to finally move this text from the bowels of my computer to cyberspace. A… Read More ›
{click for pdf} I recall that in college there was an idea of studying together. If a young couple, or a group of friends, wanted to spend time together, one thing they would do was to study together. But of… Read More ›
