The Journal
A collection of selected writings.
Morning Watch
The fleet of feathers leaves wakes,
streaks of white waves
against the black surface rippled
with wind. The sun rises over the hill,
giving light to color and form…
On Turtle Time
It was a cold and blustery afternoon, not the typical day for a beach walk. The floods had come and shifted the sands again. I was down along Long Island Sound, rounding the bend up the Connecticut River, walking past bits of detritus washed up…
Another Bang
Another bang.
This drum beat
loud and resonant
scattered feathers
the flying swiftly…
The Restorative Power of Nature
I must confess, I sing to the trees. They don’t judge. I think the nearby squirrel had something to say, but between her and the dense mist dripping from the trees, all was silent between the notes of my voice. Slowly as I walked, I could hear the distant wash of water over stone, where Burnham Brook babbled and had stories to tell…
On Reasons Not to Sleep In
I believe there is a reason.
There must be a reason why I can’t remember my birth. My original birth, 14 billion years ago, when all of what would become was thrust forth from the hips of a dot smaller than a pencil’s eraser, or so they say…