Blues for the Muse

Stephen Altman

Everyone Forgets that Icarus also Flew

For all you divorcees out there, or other humans who might need a little reassurance after some hard knocks, here is “Failing and...

Stephen Altman

John Keats, a Sunset Poet

The weather (if not the climate) is getting better here in Shepherdstown. Because autumn's arriving, and because John Keats wrote "To...

Stephen Altman

"Where love is, there is insight."

Love is blind Or maybe not. Maybe love is the lens through which we see people truly. My own opinion, as in most things, is, "It...

Stephen Altman

The Taste of an Apple or the Odor of Woodsmoke

Fridays are Scrapbook Day here. The title of this past Wednesday's post, "I feel as if we've met somewhere . . ." brought to mind a...

Stephen Altman

Rome in Three Sentences

Blues for the Muse is set in Rome, where I've visited six or eight times this past decade. (Keats made one trip there; it ended badly.) ...