Category Archives: The Other Village

First Light in Broad Street

Aside from writing my own books, I love to conceive, design and print other books. I’ve done this for love and for money over the years, but this is where and how I first got the bug. First Light in … Continue reading

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Ice Storm

No set of poems about living in the North Country would be complete without an account of the Ice Storm of ’98. Or you can just say “the ice storm” and everyone will know what you mean. As a shared … Continue reading

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Colony 7-4879

The ringtone on my iPhone is an old-school Bell telephone ring. Sometimes I’d prefer it had a rotary dial and plugged into the wall, too. But I’m reconciled mostly to being in the 21st Century. Still, every now and then, … Continue reading

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October 15, 1969

Many folks from Potsdam went to DC for the big Vietnam  Moratorium March that day, but those who stayed behind marched here in Potsdam and read the names of the dead from a little stage set up  in front of (old) Snell … Continue reading

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Night Watch

I’m often awake deep in the night. Not that I’m troubled; it’s just a feature of long life. While I might struggle to meditate during a busy day, I can easily stand by a moonlit window and just be an … Continue reading

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A Newcomer’s Guide to North Country Winter

Nobody starts college without going through freshman orientation and getting a student handbook. But anyone can move up north from Florida and dive straight into a North Country winter with no preparation whatsoever. What could possibly go wrong? A Newcomer’s … Continue reading

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Spring Morning

Sugar season: when one of my old Listening Post essays can be boiled down into 31 syllables, it tastes sweeter. Spring Morning One daffodil in a vase on the kitchen table in a pool of sunlight.Coffee in shirtsleevesbefore an open window.

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When We Were Flyers

When you’ve lived in one place a long time, the touchstones of memory can be found anywhere, taking you by surprise, taking you back into the past between one bite and the next. When We Were Flyers While eating my … Continue reading

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A Worrier’s Guide to the North Country

If the regional Chambers of Commerce ever need someone to promote the many virtues of our fair neck of the woods, I stand ready to shoulder the task. For example… A Worrier’s Guide to the North Country I’ve always been … Continue reading

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Grace

Photo: Maliz Ong, released to public domain There is a qualitative difference between grace and its near relative, luck. Luck, for good or for ill, is bestowed randomly by an indifferent universe. Grace feels like a personal gift from one … Continue reading

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