Of Gods and Small Things
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
Out of the Nest
In my last post I lamented the fact that I had to deal with several gray squirrels who’d decided to make their winter home in the roof soffit of my house. I was worried I would have to choose between their lives and the integrity of the house. With my […]
Squirrels in the Attic
For all my love of nature and the connection I feel for my fellow creatures, it wasn’t the most thrilling discovery to find them moving into my house. Yes, I’ve lived with the presence of mice for years and even an occasional chipmunk, as people in old houses often do. […]
THROUGH MY LENS: waiting for the thaw
It’s helped me remember that times come and go in life, including those creative peaks and valleys.
Poetry Reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House
I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to […]
THROUGH MY LENS: secret’s out
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
Monarch Season: Feeling Reborn
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
THROUGH MY LENS: the little things
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don’t.
Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
