Category Archives: The Other Village

If you want to bring out the boy in a man (of any age) send him out to mow the lawn. There’s just something about sitting on top of something that drags you around and goes vroom. I can’t think of … Continue reading →

As I was finalizing selections to include in my forthcoming collection “The Other Village,” my old friend and sometime collaborator, the wood engraver Greg Lago came to mind. He often has since his passing last year. We worked together with … Continue reading →

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 →

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 →

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.

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 →

People, and poets in particular, easily fall into thinking that the beaty of the world is created just for their pleasure. Yeah, but no. Flowers Dress to Please the Bees Few regard the sundew deep in the marshor delight in … Continue reading →

Just ran across a draft of this written back when I was doing an April poem-a-s-day challenge. I think it cleans up nicely. Fluid Dynamics The whirlpool behind Sugar Island damwhere snowmelt drops to the penstocksends ripples back across the … Continue reading →

I once read Stephen Hawking’s “A Brief History of Time.” Heavy sledding, but there was this one bright moment when it all became perfectly clear. My hair stood on end for about five seconds, and then it all fell apart … Continue reading →

Photo: stuart anthony, Creative Commons, some rights reserved Being cold a lot is good for the ingenuity. There a lot of ways to get warm, both literally and figuratively. Ignore the folks from more blessed climes who try to tell … Continue reading →