by Paul McHugh | Aug 5, 2017 | Reviews
The Blind Pool Paul McHugh No price is too great for the scalp of the enemy king. Alexander Koblentz, chessmaster Chapter 1 Florida’s Overseas Highway is a gray band linking isles of the Keys via bridges that arch over channels of turquoise water. On this day, as...
by Paul McHugh | Jun 28, 2017 | Articles, Articles - Recent
Or How to Skulk In the Woods Our first lesson is stillness. Not easy, perhaps, to generate or even locate deep quietude in frenetic modern times. But nature doesn’t tend to do frenzy for long – that realm prefers to remain tranquil, rational, and chary of waste. Sink...
by Paul McHugh | May 16, 2017 | Articles, Articles - Recent
Optimistic subtext in 1984 A literary pilgrimage can be rather fraught. One might journey to a famed writer’s studio or home, only to make a utterly unwished discovery – something that will diminish an author or his (her) work. But still worse, what if you gain zero...
by Paul McHugh | Oct 14, 2016 | Articles - Archives
Mt. Trashmore reverses that ancient poet’s line. Here, mice labored to give birth to a mountain. That was among my last lucid perceptions as I struggled upward through a methane miasma. Up here, at elevations above 100 feet, consciousness itself became mighty...
by Paul McHugh | Oct 13, 2016 | Articles - Archives
Four roaring engines on the bomber’s silver wings vibrated the air above the tarmac, and the B-17 began to glide forward. Behind the plane’s Plexiglas nose dome, a tall man sat straight and proud in the bombardier’s chair. This was Colonel John C....
