Susan McLean

Good foot goes to heaven; bad foot goes to hell. When every step torments and pain is chronic, you can’t do as you did before you fell and sprained your ankle. As the tendons swell, don’t make things even worse. Learn this mnemonic: good foot goes to heaven; bad foot goes to hell. Take one step . . . . Continue Reading »

When Hesperus was making his confession of sins, according to the sacred rite, the careful priest explored his conscience, asking questions on every kind of sin he might have done”among them, had he, like the pagans, ever believed in demons? He replied, “What! Do I believe in demons, . . . . Continue Reading »

The giants swing their triple arms or poise, frozen like hazmat signs, on every hill: alien prayer wheels of unending noise or monuments to birds and bats they kill; Shivas, whose dance preserves us and destroys a landscape that no longer can stand still. —Susan McLean . . . . Continue Reading »