Eric Ravilious
A Better Class of Train
The two-forty-five express — Paddington to Market Blandings, first stop Oxford—stood at its piatform with that air of well-bred reserve…
A Bonfire in the Dark
When I was in the emergency room last year having busted my elbow, a nurse asked whether I had ever…
The Hard Way
I received a book in the mail this week. Nothing unusual about that even though I do try to buy…
On the Seashore of Endless Worlds
In 1913, the Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to the Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore "because of his profoundly sensitive,…
Where I Am At
I like to learn and one of the things I have learned is that I really don't like being taught.…
It’s December
It's December and the full onslaught of the cultural waterboarding of commercial Christmas is about to roll out. Before it…
A Wartime Education
Britain declared war on Germany just after U.A. Fanthorpe's birthday in 1939. She was ten. Living in Kent she was…
Traveler, there is no road
Traveler, there is no road Caminante, no hay camino Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there…
A Local Train of Thought
There's a comfort in routines and familiar sounds. Some towns have a noon whistle. If you've lived near a school…