“Generally speaking, I reach out to Addison (the artist formerly known as many other things) by email, asking him if he feels inclined to send Tim (Weekly Hubris’s Assistant Editor) some ’toons. Then,…

“In a Slavic dream, I am stroking/An old woman under the chin./Her eyes demand/Blessings I should know./She calls me her child. It is 1881./Sophia fills the sky of St. Petersburg—/The Sabbath, I’ve shaved…

“The last time I saw Dr. James P. Derbin  (whom I knew as Phil), I was a child, and he was my best buddy. In the slides, there we are, clowning at Knossos:…

“In my library, I have a shelf devoted to cartoonists: it’s just the one shelf (the poets take up many more), because the cartoonists who’ve touched me are few in number. They are rare…

“Recalling this, I sat in silence for quite a while, looking out at the Pacific through my rain-swept window, and it seemed somehow significant that Georgia chose to leave this world at the…

  “One little chicken shouldn’t cause/this much grief, Gary/says. There is no small grief,/I tell him, for all are/interconnected. One touch/sends tremors through our core/like the fly in the web/that wakes the spider…

“As with many other people, my interests overlap those of Kübler-Ross. My interests include how we respond to death as individuals and extend to how we respond to near-term human extinction, which includes the deaths…

“The history of blue begins with its absence. In any aboriginal language, blue will be the sixth color term to join its primary and secondary kin. I’ve often wondered what took so long…

“The storm is called ‘Elpida,’ or Hope, but does it bring hope with it? Hope that our lemon tree on Andros will not suffer frostbite; hope for all the citrus groves in Greece—for…

“The glory of vocabulary/The florist and the greenery/The allegory of the gory/And the forested scenery/With everything else clean gone/Except for the one/The ocean and its froth/The continental shelf/The path forth and the earth/The…