There's a silent killer of dreams, something that stops transformation dead in its tracks -- or lures it onto some less threatening siding. This deadly possibility-slayer could be charged as a key accomplice in the murder (or let us hope, attempted murder) of our descendants should our current ecological, economic and political crises continue without intervention.
We're in a state of perpetual war and have no intention of escaping it. Certainly we have no intention of critiquing our own actions or questioning the effectiveness of war, occupation or high-tech terror as a means to create a stable, secure world. Thus Marie Harf, deputy State Department spokesperson, had her moment of right-wing ridicule when she talked about ISIS this week.
Almost 25 years ago, living in LA and working in the film industry, I decided to write a screenplay. I had abandoned prose writing somewhere in college, having been scared straight out of the writing habit via the tender ministrations of visiting New Yorker short story virtuosi creative writing instructors and my own mountainous insecurities and fears.