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June or the Raven or How the Sun Split the Morning Shade in Half

4 June 2018: It feels like summer this morning. All sun, all green, all blue. Even the blurs of town buses passing by seem to shine with all the light of June. I can hardly believe it. June. I say the word, I write the word, and immediately look out the window. The old silver … Continue reading June or the Raven or How the Sun Split the Morning Shade in Half

Walking by the Senior Center, Somewhere Between Spring and Summer

28 May 2018: At the old folks’ home next door, a line of potted flowers decorates the windows, and, sometimes, drawing back the blinds, an old cowboy, Stetson-hatted and smiling, gazes out and waves. I walk the periphery of his world, imagining the long crawling past he could call up from eighty years of recollection. Always, … Continue reading Walking by the Senior Center, Somewhere Between Spring and Summer

I Wonder What the Kids on the School Bus Think of Me as They Pass

14 May 2018: I wonder what the kids on the school bus think of me as they pass, as they crawl across Willson Avenue (yes, that's how it's spelled) east towards the sun, as another day begins. I wonder if they wonder about their future, staring at this simple man, his hair too long, late … Continue reading I Wonder What the Kids on the School Bus Think of Me as They Pass

Sun and Swirl and Siamese Cats: Moving Through Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life

30 April 2018: This writing that you do, that so thrills you, that so rocks and exhilarates you, as if you were dancing next to the band, is barely audible to anyone else. Now, ain’t that the truth, Annie, and, at the same time, hard to swallow? Of course, my inner world of Bob Dylan … Continue reading Sun and Swirl and Siamese Cats: Moving Through Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life

Spring Is Here (and so Is Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s New Book)

23 April 2018: And if the oleander spins / you still another way—take a turn and follow it.            —Aimee Nezhukumatathil Today at last feels like a spring morning in Montana—forty-five degrees, all sun and blue and light, full of robins. It makes me think of another place and time, makes … Continue reading Spring Is Here (and so Is Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s New Book)