My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Shopping is not at the top of my list of pleasures. Nowhere close. The other day Amy and I came out of a department store at sunse...

A wounded man lies on a dark battlefield littered with corpses and not a living soul near. His blood drains away, seeping into the silent...

Two women came into my gallery recently, went straight to a new work and then stood in front of it talking. It was as if a conversati...

 Hands are essential to human life. How many poems have been written about them? Hardly any. Yet, think about it; we use our han...

Street photo, Madrid, spain The longer I live, the more often experiences come that make a circle in my life. For instance, I hap...

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and do...

Poets sometimes shuffle evocative photographs in front of their eyes to stimulate associations and gain new ideas for poems. Pictures contai...

I use paint and brush to convey my artistic inspiration, but have also written a book and magazine articles and know the power and creativit...

"Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that...