LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE Snow arrived mid-morning, shortly after the last magpie deserted the tall maples, leaving bare branches to catch whatever they might of the fine, wind-driven whiteness. I’d been waiting since early, fretting over whether the air would be cold…
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE A year is ended, a year begins On the second-to-last day of the year we took a drive to Rocca Ciglie, a little dot on the map we’d never visited before. With its castello, medieval tower, and…
This is Margutte’s creative workshop with literary and artistic experiments, and playful writing. Platonic is for us the world of ideas, which is after all very similar to the ethos of the Net.
