Hiatus
Hi-ā-tus. Comes from the Latin hiare, to gape. I wonder if that is connected to the fact that the “ah” sound is when the mouth opens widest. The “a” turned long in hiatus, a word which first...
View ArticleAnother Spring
Through a combination of an early arrival and a late spring, we arrived in Maine to find the forsythia in bloom. I realized that I haven’t seen this in ten years, since we moved to the desert. But,...
View ArticleRemixing Kenneth Goldsmith
Kenneth Goldsmith has an essay in a recent issue of Poetry called “I Look to Theory Only When I Realize That Somebody Has Dedicated Their Entire Life to a Question I Have Only Fleetingly Considered.”...
View ArticleWildflowers
These photos were all taken one sunny afternoon as I walked home from doing the tour of gallery openings in town. All colors of lupines are out. A few days ago I saw only blue ones. I had not noticed...
View ArticlePlenty to Celebrate
Today is Juneteenth. It’s a day to celebrate the end of slavery. I’d almost forgotten about it, which shows how removed I am from the news while on vacation. If I had been paying attention I would...
View ArticleRainy Day Trip
When it’s not sunny and dry enough to be out on the beach or walking a trail, I am usually indoors with a book. But at least once a year, when the weather is wet, I go to an antique store. The Big...
View ArticleShore Hike
Maine is a huge state, but there are small hiking trails tucked away in unlikely places. One is called Shore Acres, a walk through woods to the eastern shore of Deer Isle. The trail is often swampy,...
View ArticleGray Rock
Or is it grey?A recent crossword puzzle had the clue: “grey and ochre”. I knew as soon as I counted the squares that the answer was “colours.” It’s that British “U” as in honour or labour. I might...
View ArticleRoad Maps
William Least Heat Moon’s book Blue Highways is one I enjoyed reading when I was younger. It celebrated the lesser roads which were blue on road maps. Not the least of roads, but roads that went to...
View ArticleNew Mexico History, in More Ways Than One
When I came to Southern New Mexico I quickly learned about Juan de Onate and his arrival in what is now New Mexico in 1598, which led to the founding of the city of Santa Fe in 1608. Onate came north...
View ArticleSeventieth Anniversary
I was out for an early walk to avoid the heat this morning, and noticed how dark it is at 5:29 at this time of year, not the deepest dark, but still a while before dawn. It was seventy years ago today...
View ArticlePoems On Line
I’ve had three poems accepted so far this year, and they all showed up on the internet this month. Here’s something about them. First to “go live” was “Thickening” at 3 Elements Review:...
View ArticleDancing
This past week I went dancing with a few of my friends, actually, quite a large number of friends. I attended the Sacred Dance Guild Festival at Mercyhurst University in Erie, Pennsylvania. One day we...
View ArticleAnother Anniversary: The Ribbon Project
Thirty years ago a huge crowd of people connected a “ribbon” made of yard-long panels around government buildings in Washington D.C. Justine Merritt had a vision to make a ribbon for peace that would...
View ArticleSummer’s Green and White
Summer rains have brought grass to my back yard. Wild grasses most people call weeds, I admit. Here the green shows against the new brown path. The landscaper who put in the path for me couldn’t...
View ArticleSin Fronters Journal Moves to Production
The editorial decisions have been made. The acceptance and rejection notices have gone out (the last of them just this weekend). Now Sin Fronteras/Writers Without Borders Issue #20 moves to the...
View ArticleLate Summer Color, Or a Small Garden Saga
Several years ago, I put a trellis in my garden where I wanted to grow roses. I did not succeed. After giving up that attempt I planted amaranth there. A few plants survived; when I returned from...
View ArticleWritten Words in Silver City, New Mexico
This past weekend I attended the South West Festival of the Written Word in Silver City. Silver City has a lovely compact old downtown, preserved partly by the collapse of main street into a flooding...
View ArticleBurrowing
There are seasons and there are seasons. Nature’s seasons go at a regular pace, though the weather varies. Not so the internal seasons. I’ve been lax at the blog posts for a while now, because I...
View ArticleSome Fall Color
The four-wing saltbush is displaying its golden seed pods. I have several clumps of chrysanthemums. They’ve come from Easter flowers at our church. Over time I’ve had trouble finding places for them....
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