Bill Engleson

For one winter moment, one brief twilight still, the snowline draping the sills of the far peaks, the chill, dark and troubling, I worry for spring. In the depth of its dark, the veil of its night, the slight season stirs, stretches the coming blush, the grace of its entry, a repose of rain. Each […]

Given the current COVID-19 rampage, and my rather melancholic, long-time predisposition to be an epidemic junkie, this essay, which first appeared on Charli Mill’s blog, The Carrot Ranch, will draw on two thrillers from 1950:  Elia Kazan’s, Panic in the Streets, and The Killer That Stalked New York, a more obscure film, by director Earl McEvoy. When […]

This will be a brief post. Most folks are, I imagine, following the COVID-19 Pandemic and the daily, hourly reporting. It is unfolding with a swift and punishing lucidity. As borders close, as we grow inward, there is an amazing universal overlay. We are becoming at once both increasingly isolated and much more a part […]