Matter Notes: A lawyer's private notes on a legal matter; considered inviolate and nondisclosable. By metaphor and game, my occasional blog posts on literary matters. In both cases, a form of work product.

Hey, Karen – whatever happened to Point Of Ares?

This is kind of cool.  It’s also kind of uncool humblebraggy stuff.  I know that.  I don’t care, but I thought I’d give those who object to that sort of thing an

Easter Morning

Girl grasped light in her wounded palms and blackened eyes. Sun rained like coins on an open cross through the stained saint in the window. She’s learning to lean on the sun’s

What Was the First English Word?

I’m feeling liminal and whimsical.  Not an obvious pairing.  Unless you feel like teasing out the thread of hardened whimsy that marks most borders.  Anyway, here’s what keeps coming.  (And this time

Why We Read Strangers

Elizabeth Gumport knows her stuff.  That’s obvious from her piece in n + 1, “Against Reviews.” But that’s not why I printed a copy (yes, I am a Luddite) and carried it

And the winner is . . .

Nobody.  No one entered the MBD contest.  But I did get a few complaints about the contest’s “real name rule.” Per my posting guidelines, I tolerate anonymous posts unless the poster is

The Man, the Boy, and the Donkey; and A Most Pleasant and Diverting Contest

Do you know this fable?  It’s attributed to Aesop.  Here’s the Harvard Classics version: A Man and his son were once going with their Donkey to market. As they were walking along