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I think that Doug is entirely correct about this. Antivirals are useless as terror weapons. Now we just need to find a cure for Des's stereonucleosis.

Yes, the pain of the landlocked. Very nice setup, Chris, and away we go.

I've been bouncing back and forth among the original version, take 2, and Jake's Hand. What a great, instructive ride!

R, I had quite a correspondence with Colinian about the subject. All secrets revealed: the drug, acyclovir, does exist and is an antiviral used now mainly against herpes, a disease with which I could not afflict poor Colm. The drug or its produrug, valacyclovier, does on very rare occasion produce Cotard's delusion. A metabolite of those drugs apparently causes the delusion, and hemodialysis does clear the metabolite and thus cures the disease. Neither drug is used for mono, which is caused by Epstein-Barr virus, because they do not reduce the duration or severity of mono, except in rare cases where intensive care is required, as acyclovir is approved for intravenous administration. I think the story failed a bit because although the circumstances are unusual, it was really about one boy failing to notice another until something dire happened.

Perambulations Bi Janus In the field— the back yard— very small ones run here and to kicking a ball disconnected parents gaze at screens alerting them to monsters This is the ritual for our age

For any of you who use Scrivener for longer works, the iOS version is now available in the Apple App Store. The app allows you to sync your scrivener projects with Dropbox or between Macs and your iOS device. The app has been a long time coming and seems stable and remarkably full-featured.

I had a chance to read Words as Nigel was completing it. What impresses me about Nigel's works is that I can see his growth with each one. This one I love for its main character, a good man who can machinate against all the a**holes around him to the benefit of family members who are decent. The story reminds me that some debts must be repaid many times. Good show, Nigel.

Study in a Minor Key, op. 6-13-2016 Bi Janus A shove to just this side Of sadness, of a question How are you doing Subtext—are you done for Fighting the desire So close to cross over Into pity and the dying Giving in to tears That might never cease No—rather the walk on day drear With all its pain along the river The clarity of perfect mixture— The lightness of the inevitable And bitterness of the world without end The perfection of a shuddering breath

I commend to you Eric Hoffer's book, The True Believer, first published in 1951. His analysis of the roots of fanaticism is instructive, even in the age of social media.

Rereading this one gave me great pleasure. I admire especially the pace, measured and leisurely without losing its impetus. This is an art I desire and have never been able to master. The reworking of the latter part of the story is an inspired improvement, and the desire to make the relationship between Robbie's son and Jake sharper is realized . Thanks to vwl for continuing to develop his work. Il miglio fabbro.

I am deeply touched by the selection, and I continue to appreciate the work of all the authors on the site, many of whom, as I have said before, I think more skillful than I.

Christopher Bram, whose novel, The Father of Frankenstein, became the movie, Gods and Monsters, has written an account of the great post-WWII American gay authors (some born elsewhere). The story of their struggles, their relationships with one another, their feuds, and their foibles is told by a writer who knew a few of them and knew of them all. The prose is lively and delightful. The "Outlaws" include Vidal, Capote, Baldwin, Isherwood, Wilson, Kramer, Maupin, White, Kushner, and others. If you enjoy literary history from an insider's perspective, try this one.

While I'm happy to hear from readers who value my work, at heart I'm uneasy about most of my attempts. If I had to pick something toward which to point someone thinking of reading my work, I would suggest the short story, "Outside In," which has unusual structure but deals with the issues that have most concerned me over my life.

I think it's a phase. On the other hand, I've had some very pleasurable muddles, some even on the odd bisextus.

http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/08/business/media/web-poets-society-new-breed-succeeds-in-taking-verse-viral.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=mini-moth&region=top-stories-below&WT.nav=top-stories-below

If you haven't heard Bill Withers's haunting song, "I can't write left handed," sung at his Carnegie Hall concert in 1972, you should find the recording and listen. For me, it was the most jagged antiwar song of the era.

During the Vietnam War era, there were draft classifications that included sole surviving sons, IV-A (also for those who had completed service) or IV-G (exempt from peacetime service due to death of sibling while in military service). Many local draft boards only issued the IV-A classification upon request by parents, and the IV -G classification was confused by the status of US action in Vietnam (no war declaration). I knew some families who lost more than one son. I am happy that all R's friends returned, I hope psychologically stable.

More than a few of us started posting at Nifty. I started there thinking that I could write a better porn story than those I read there. I couldn't and gave the story up because I became bored. The response to that story was what you might expect, even the requests that I continue it. Then, I posted a story called Rebound, and the response was remarkable. Most comments thanked me for a real story that wasn't soaked with descriptions of sex acts. So, I wouldn't consign all readers at Nifty to unrelenting concupiscence. I posted what amounted to first drafts at Nifty. The AD author who ended up editing my work here read the story and with others at AD suggested I post here. My stories do have descriptions of sex, and I once had a brief colloquy with Des Downunder about why I included those descriptions in my work. As I remember, I told him that sex was one way in which humans relate to one another and I saw no reason to exclude that way or any other so long as the descriptions were revelatory about the nature of the characters. This posture seems near to yours, and since the Dude is excellent at screening out stroke stories while allowing thoughtful descriptions of most forms of human interaction, I think you should trust your judgment.

Once, when Baso was walking with his disciple Hyakujo, wild ducks were flying over them. Baso, the great teacher, said, “What are they?” Hyakujo said, “They are wild ducks.” Baso said, “Where are they going?” Hyakujo said, “They are flying away.” Baso gave Hyakujo’s nose a great tweak. Hyakujo cried out with pain. “Did they indeed fly off?” Hyakujo’s Duck The duck knows one cannot prepare. It is the convenient object of a moment. I summon that duck from beyond a horizon of twelve hundred years— Baso has shared it with me, I think as a diversion to trip me. Where has it gone? The duck, the mind, the place where I try to stand still? For if I fail to follow the duck as it flies I cannot in a moment answer the first question— What is it? They will ask this question about me soon—where did he go? I will throw Baso’s obstacle at them. Sadly, or not, no trick will startle them to attention, so they may believe I have gone and they will smack their crowns on horizons of their making as their hearts seek me. Did I indeed fly off?

A remarkable day that I didn't think I would live to see and another step in a long process. At the risk of raining on the parade, gay marriage wasn't made lawful nationwide; same-sex marriage was. Many people who identify as bisexual, not gay, are in same sex relationships, and their right to marry was affirmed as well as that of their gay brothers and sisters.

For all the wrong reasons. http://www.nytimes.com/2015/06/25/opinion/elder-a-mormon-love-story.html?action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=opinion-c-col-left-region&region=opinion-c-col-left-region&WT.nav=opinion-c-col-left-region&_r=0 Sorry for the long URL.

To be thankful in such circumstances-- http://www.nytimes.com/2015/06/06/world/asia/north-korea-defector-jang-yeong-jin-gay.html

Left-handed Writing Bi Janus With thanks to Bill Withers Not calling to me and not insistent. A story overheard walking by, a susurration on a rainy evening. I could tell by the voice he wishes me to sit. No scold; no lesson, just a story, the kind with an ending you dare not miss. Once I went awarring, and he sings to me as if he might have done. He sings the surprise between young men across the losing-ground. The lyric reaches around my shoulder, just a way of saying let’s sit a while, survivors, and look ahead together, seeing not clearly.

Paving Stone to Mirror Bi Janus In the room decades ago we saw little clearly. For you it was scratching an itch, a relief, and as for me a waypoint on the road to holding a naked girl. May we live so long. Transgression is its own reward and sharing release seemed to you worthy risk until the itch resolved. Our dawning occupation was risk and we were stupid about chance. I might draw a story of this to make you shudder. But how could I without making you wonder? May we never hurt one another. Even before cleaning ourselves, you wanted to forget the moment. I did not and reached to the curve of your back.

Malcolm Boyd died on 2/27-- His writing in the 60s and 70s persistently irritated me, but he prayed with his feet in Alabama and was courageous in coming out when he did. His life and death merit some notice. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/03/02/malcolm-boyd-obituary_n_6787630.html