Lawrence Winkler is an ancient physician, traveler, and natural philosopher. His molecules are morphing from medicine to manuscript. From compassion to passion, to view and document the world around him, in all its beauty and complexity. He lives on Vancouver Island with Robyn, tending their gardens and vineyards, and dreams.
A little more challenged than our Coromandel beehive harvester, Rootin' Tutin Tom Pohutin.
OceanaGold Mining in the Coromandel?
With my other two minor deities, Christopher Hitchens and Sam Harris, Richard Dawkins knows about life.
'It's an extraordinary problem for those people who are affected.'
How to have hot sex, according to science.
No, the University Press still wants it.
An extraordinary tale of Russia's troubled relationship with music censorship.
Swap the name 'Trump' for 'Nixon' and let it rip...
Remembering Sam Shepard.
They should have been in my backyard last night.
And the problem of meaninglessness.
I’ve got it covered.
How political correctness morphed into a monster.
What kind of books do you write when you believe civilization is doomed?
John Keats was seized by the spirit of the time, by a peculiar compulsion, an impetuous fury—before writing poetry.
Why reading Kafka’s “The Trial” might comfort patients and enrich the work of oncologists.
Clearly Paul Lynch hasn't read The Bolthole.
Why we are so defensive about the art form’s value.
My cousin owns the technology.