Monthly Archives: August 2012

After supper we play ball in the yard embraced by shadows                                                                                                                                           of gathering dusk. My cousin wears a John Deere cap, the one his father might have worn in a previous game. The children giggle: it’s them against us as … Continue reading →

Seven years & standing alone in the thick brown reeds of an afternoon marsh I came across death & cradling my burden in youth-thin arms walked slowly back to the faded barn The yellow straw turned crimson as the duck … Continue reading →

The leaf that is contemplating its turn to fall. ************************************************************************************************************************************ And what also of plant, tree, flower consciousness? C.f. Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird’s classic book The Secret Life of Plants, sections like the one on plants and music. Yes, instances … Continue reading →

Dressed hurriedly in darkness, you wonder why life must be this way. ************************************************************************************************************************* (written in the 1990s) Of consciousness at an early age. Likewise, one cannot help thinking of all that young children may learn from quarreling parents. For a … Continue reading →

“Oh, the glory of growth, silent, mighty, persistent, inevitable! To awaken, to open up like a flower to the light of a fuller consciousness!”–Emily Carr, “Hundreds and Thousands”. The Journals of Emily Carr What is it that makes ‘you’ uniquely … Continue reading →

Without an object of desire, he could face down the flames of aurora borealis. He became a poet of weather now and carved his name on clouds. The poles of sun and moon informed this, his final art in a … Continue reading →

A drowsy fly trembled on the worn wooden window screen. The April breeze was cool and, looking down to the breaking ice on the river below, I wondered how many times both my cancer-stricken parents had stood there, by day … Continue reading →

April and a black fly at my window slugs his dormant buzzz against the blue pane heavy, fat & unloved he was spent from his vented life embalmed by winter Hibernation kept him safe a while & then it killed … Continue reading →

There are animals here who have rubbed themselves raw on mornings like these recalling robinsong & lovesap before the decibels of jets. They peer thru gauze at the cool desired blue. Shaved & alarmed into daylight they weigh their lives … Continue reading →

Aristotle wrote that “Man is by nature a social animal.” Similarly, poet John Donne wrote, that “No man is an island entire of itself.” And there is, indeed, truth that we are connected to others, living in social contexts daily. … Continue reading →