Inherent sadness in the church bell tonight. Walking down Pond Road. Twilight in the puddles and the ravine on the dead leaves. Ambling along the mire, the crunch of stone and slush under my shoes, I stop to make a few pictures, pushing the ISO to a higher grain. Rain drops. Ice begins to patter […]
September morning walk. Not enough sleep. I could blame Little Edie and her melancholic dance, but I won’t. A pained fade to black. A wrong choice before bed. We should have slept with the windows open. These winds. Behind them Autumn drags her loose gown over the dry ground. I’m beginning to feel her critique. […]
I’ve passed by this corner schoolhouse countless times, walking the road named after it. The abiding presence of the abode always slows my stride. Its placement in the wooded landscape, across from the old orchard, is what draws me in. The fieldstone facade angled there above the creek meets the bend in the road in […]
This is the time in the northeast to get inside the wooded interior and peregrinate the blithesome creek. Before the ticks. Before katydids, or the excitement of hyacinthus. Naturally, the mind brakes the body and idles itself at bends and tiny falls along its length. The watershed penetrates the bone, snow-thawed. The water echoes giddily, […]
I favor November to October, when the floor is littered with failure and a tarnished gold. It’s then I walk straight into the bramble, foothold in the musty, leafy mud, fingers in the rough-hewn skin of the walnut tree and pull myself in. So much gained inside that ordained thicket. I find myself eventually taciturn […]
Morning walk. Sunday. The dew drops fooled me for rain. Acorns strike gutters, my neighbors car. The neighborhood is two shades more yellow today. Not knowing my insects, is that monotone whistle a cicada? Feeling guilty for a moment, then jealous, thinking of Gary Snyder’s native knowledge. Crows caw. United Church of Christ bells in […]
Holidays in the western world, we all know, are a blasphemous experience. Commercialism has obviously defeated the sacred, which has always been its underlying mission. A long, but successful journey, material value has conquered the invaluable with the majority of capable minds. The notion, which I retaliate against consciously with limited success, is precisely why […]
