It’s been a curvy, topsy year. The sort that wends and twists in its own strange ways to end up in places that you never quite expected. It’s also been pretty much non-stop, with only recent ...
https://www.richardstupart.com/2012/12/23/a-year-straightforwardly/
Night makes for such delicious confession. Only the warm insomniacs inside, writing their muses into weary pages, and those few in the cold beyond. Who use the dark to play their own games deep p...
It’s been hard to write of late, as some heavy fugue settles over my heart and holds otherwise dextrous fingers from their dancing. A creative humidity that permits a degree of heat, but kills ...
https://www.richardstupart.com/2012/07/10/the-politics-of-the-promise-to-return/
It’s late and my eyes burn a little. My clock says its sometime after midnight. It feels like it’s always sometime past midnight, but there are journal articles to be read. Things to learn. I...
https://www.richardstupart.com/2011/02/12/a-musical-promise-on-the-oxford-tube/
Last year’s Christmas miracle was not being left in the desert in northern Sudan. This year’s Christmas miracle is nevertheless a contender for the throne of strangest annual experience. Ever...
https://www.richardstupart.com/2010/12/27/a-christmas-miracle-escaping-quarantine/