Ali, Ginsberg, and the Syd Lea Shuffle

Though not quite ordinary, snow at Halloween is far from unheard-of in our part of upper New England, and was no surprise at all some five decades back. Mercifully, it had held off on the locally designated trick-or-treat night. I remember how…

Pathetic Fallacy

Coyotes had yanked her entrails out, doe’s wounds still bleeding, their kill that fresh. Her upcast eye lay open,  and not yet dimmed, invited him  to whisper fire, birth, spirit. He was certain he could conjure more,    though…

Mud Season Miscellany

I saw a man with a little boy in a backpack. As he walked along he sang some nonsense song. Though half-asleep, the child still seemed to smile.  The world’s disasters, I know, are here to stay. Some farmers’ fields lie bleached…

Colors

Its coat showy against the snow,    a fox sat unmoving, head cocked  like RCA’s old Jack Russell dog,   looking up at the lowest limb of a cottonwood, where some pale thing swung.     I stood deep in the brush,…

Hush

Does it make any sense to say I heard dead silence? No matter. I’ll simply declare that I’ve never known such quiet in the sixty years I’ve roamed these woods and hills. I was sitting on a stump beside a frozen bog, an old man who needed…

Old Beech, Old Friend

Late afternoon, the crows still at gossip in the pock-trunked beech uphill. The tree, having nurtured bears and birds for decades, will have to go. My oldest friend is also failing: addledness and illness. He was always tough as proverbial…