Eli S. Evans: Is That It

At first I thought they were talking about India Pale Ale...

a dozen oysters a lemon a loaf of bread...

Books in their physical form turn out to be endlessly adaptable, not just in the domestic space as doorstops...

Most of the books in my collection predate barcodes and current ISBN formats...

I don’t want to write about Watt this morning. I want to write about what...

O’Hara’s death has become something of an urban legend...

Two men are dead in a cabin on the side of a mountain — how did they die?

A redwood can live forever...

sift developed from a translation of the Moroccan philosopher Abdessalam Benabdelali...

hockey pucks are frozen prior to each game...

Goldilocks is chock-full of threes...

The outfielders adept at prose. At third base and first, essayists. At shortstop and second base, poets...

Unleashed on social networks, the first sentence becomes a sign of recognition, a knowing wink, a cabalistic sign between insiders...

Are the dolphins somehow a metaphor for our condition as humans, believing that we are free so long as we remain oblivious to the restrictions within which we operate?

The writing temperament comes to light as a condition of being. If there was a point, it was learning to read...