Hubris
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A Farewell To Ikaros: For Kevin Andrews
“He had cheated death so long, so well, so cleverly, the many scars on his fine body notwithstanding, that perhaps he imagined our new love would only comprise some added protection, some additional…
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Ancestors (Chapter 1)
“My parents, and their parents before them, were Greek. They were ‘Greeks of the Diaspora’ for four generations. Before that, the maternal side of my family had its roots in ‘Constantinopoli’ (modern-day Istanbul).…
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Epistrophe (Chapter 2)
“Greece is soaked with the blood of my forebears, with that final offering of their fierce love.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “I felt this was my duty, my sole duty: to…
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Mythopoeia: Anthos & The Greening of The World
“And so, ever loving of the gods of earth and sky, Anthos set out to walk the earth. A tall thin man with a great heart and a greater spirit, Anthos walked…
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The Visitors’ Book
The Visitors’ Book (or Silva Rerum): An Erotic Fable A Novel by Elizabeth Boleman-Herring The number of women who have written bravura erotic masterpieces may be counted on one digit-challenged hand. Another, however,…
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William A. Balk, Sr.’s “Wartime Experiences of a Colorblind Navy Pilot—1.1”
“Just before I was slated to start the eye exams, Quinton Lumpkin appeared on the scene and motioned for me to follow him. He found an empty room, then told me he had…
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William A. Balk, Sr.’s “Wartime Experiences of a Colorblind Navy Pilot—2.1”
“When we were finished for the night, we got ready to fly back to Pearl Harbor. We usually had more pilots than planes and took turns piloting, which meant some had to ride…
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William A. Balk, Sr.’s “Wartime Experiences of a Colorblind Navy Pilot—3.1”
“Us: ‘Snakeoil, this is Famous 87, do you read me?’ Snakeoil: ‘Roger, Famous, this is Snakeoil. Are you the plane with the diamond on the tail?’ Us: ‘Roger, that’s us. What can we…
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William A. Balk, Sr.’s “Wartime Experiences of a Colorblind Navy Pilot—5.1”
“When I checked our fuel I realized I had another problem. We usually had enough fuel for about 30 minutes extra flying time after a long-range mission. I knew I was going to…
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William A. Balk, Sr.’s “Wartime Experiences of a Colorblind Navy Pilot—4.1”
“When I got down to 1,000 feet, I decided we’d had about enough, so I fired the rockets at God-knows-what target, then headed for the deck with the throttle wide open. These Avengers…