Here is the third in the trilogy of memoirs after “Shiny Bits” and “Looking from Both Sides.”

Here is a follow-up autobiographical essay to “Shiny Bits,” examining the origins of my anthropological worldview.

This new essay was inspired by some mobiles I recently made, from sea glass I have been collecting at the Ribadesella beach and from “shiny bits” of beads and broken jewelry I’ve been picking up while walking around Oviedo.

“Live in the moment,” they say,

But the moments keep moving away

Like the shadow of the trees

Rustling in a breeze

As the sun palls,

And darkness falls.

No Euclid can define

A single point of time.

While I am trying to write more positive essays, this one turned into an attack on Marie Kondo!

Here is another diatribe by a pedantic old Classicist:

Here is a new essay:

In keeping with my scatological theme, here is another silly poem:

Donald Trump Sits for his Official Portrait

The portrait sitter 

Sits on his sphincter,

Trying to hold it in.

Outside, the lightening flashes

But nobody hears

The thunder roar under his skin.

Here’s a silly little poem:

The Booger and the Turd

The Booger once said to the Turd:

“You’re disgusting in ways that I’m not.”

To which Turd did retort:

“I’ve heard people say,

‘That’s really good shit’,

But never ‘that’s really nice snot’.”

Here is a new short story. The story itself is only 7 1/2–pages long, but it is prefaced by an 11 1/2–page-long section on the history of suicides, in which I go off on some screeds about Job and Hamlet that I used to make back when I taught those works for two dozen years at BU, The Key School, and at River Valley Community College.