On Finding A Small Fly Crushed in a Book- essay Charles Tennyson Turner is somewhat unfairly regarded as a lesser poet than his more famous brother, the Poet...
Obviously, the workers had left in a hurry because of the storm. There were few signs and it was hard to see what was on the road. There were pieces of wood and metal and it looked like a hole had been dug and hurriedly covered with boards.I moved on but suddenly stopped as I ...
So I go on and on, 58 years after writing my first story in first grade, sitting in the cockpit of my own delicious, wacky inner universe, roaming anywhere and everywhere, always exploring, always finding something new, always digging for a new way to bring it forth … and hoping I tur...
the author outside the door with his back to us. On turning page “1” of the preliminaries, we see in small type a copyright assertion and the Library of Congress catalogue number appear vertically along the gutter of pages “2-3” (a tiny clue as to what is going on). ...
and a compressed, prose-like sledge of language for “O elegant giant,” a poem with an interior focus on the ravages and ironies of dementia: And Jehovah. And Alzheimer. And a diamond of extraordinary size on the Hand of a starving child. The quiet mob in a vacant lot. My father asl...
in a condition of hiding to love those who are in a condition of hiding to love those as children as the valiant children who have gone into hiding children who hide in a house from the roaring. As in his remarkable poem, a most intriguing fusion, “Henry David Thoreau / Sonny Rollins...
The bird which is drawn to the water by its need of finding there the prey on which it lives, separates the digits of its feet in trying to strike the water and move about on the surface. The skin which unites these digits at their base acquires the habit of being stretched by these...
Lessons on a Small LakeNavigating the world from a small lake near NYCMenu Widgets Search IS THIS GOOD ENOUGH? Babies in Limbo sketch-pgilman Nearly thirty years ago, when I was starting out as an art teacher, I had a plan. I would teach art for five years and then transition back ...
Jesus reached me through word, the Bible through revelation by educating me on Who He is. It was like I had this divine appointment on my calendar that I didn’t put there but somehow knew I needed to be there. Finally, through a poem on a plaque, in a Hallmark store. ...
And maybe the world will be a better place for it, that sharing of home. Because the earth is the earth is the earth, as the line from the poem goes. It’s all of our home. I can budge up a little, if you can. There’s space right here. 5 Comments | posted in Uncategorized...