Surface Reflections
Walk with me. At 7:00 this morning, along the river, in a park where there are dedications to the poet William Stafford….
The Berlin Requiem – Red Rosa.
Beyond the Tree Line
“Die rote Rosa nun auch verschwand / Wo sie liegt, ist unbekannt / Weil sie den Armen die Wahrheit gesagt / Haben sie die Reichen aus der Welt gejagt.”…
(Bumble)Bee Aesthetics
Well, I really meant to write bioaesthetics, but since today’s musings relate entirely to bees, we might as well go with…
The Vixen
Beyond the Tree Line
Two nights ago I heard a fox bark in our garden. There had been sightings according to our neighbor’s gardener, but I…
Dramatis Personae
This time of year. Perhaps you were even waiting for them. Another go-around with the main characters of the late summer fields:…
Papageno
Beyond the Tree Line
Five years ago I hiked in the Bandelier National Monument in Frijoles Canyon, New Mexico (a previous report on my adventure with…
Morning Mood
Beyond the Tree Line
When I was little, my bedroom was situated right above the room where my mother played the grand piano some evenings. The…
Die Moor Soldaten
Peat Bog Soldiers
“Hope will never be silent.” – Harvey Milk
Robert Pinsky once said that many of the poems by Polish poet Adam Zagajewski are “about…
Beyond the Tree Line
This month I came across a book that was exceedingly clever, merging parallel storylines in seemingly effortless ways and making me think…
Fragmentary Blue
Yesterday I was surrounded by blue beauty – purplish and silvery hues as well, next to riotous oranges and yellows, an absolutely…