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Our Darkest Hour
Now the dark is upon us. The late afternoons are suddenly devoid of light, plunging our spirits into an ancient human fear that
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Has Anyone Ever Died For Lack of Gossip?
I often asked myself this question when my soul shuddered down the mute corridors of my academic department, where a heavy silence always
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Hope in a Time of Climate Armageddon
Dear Blog subscribers: This is my Press Release for The Battle For the Black Fen with a slightly different emphasis
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INFINITE GAMES, INFINITE HOPES
I have always loved Geoffrey Chaucer’s send off to Troilus and Criseyde:  “Go, lytl book, go, litel myn tragedye” (go little
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A Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water
There is a chapter in my (tattered and torn) Winnie the Pooh when it rains and rains and rains until Piglet
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FOG
I have always loved the fog, especially after bright hot August days in Maine when it rolled in from the Atlantic and the
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Review: Nina Munteanu, Water Is…:The Meaning of Water
Water Is…The Meaning of Water by Nina Munteanu. Pixel Press 2016 Are you fascinated by what goes on in the
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Battle Writing
  Of course there is a battle: this novel I am working on is called The Battle for the Black Fen.
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Midsummer, and the Living is Exciting
By this time most summers, I expect my living to be easy – keeping up with my correspondence, a blog here and
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Rabbit Nests
Now comes that time of year, midsummer approaching, when my sights turn from Niebuhrian incongruities, the capitalism/commons paradox and even
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Another Spring Poem
Coming a close second to Gerard Manley Hopkins’ spring poem I wrote about last week is e.e. cumming’s #65 (he had an anarchistic
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Spring Poem
I have always loved poetry, and I have always loved spring. Far and away my favorite poem in the world is Gerard
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Forest Bathing
Have you heard about Shinrin – the Japanese practice of forest bathing? I have always known that Japanese people like to saunter
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The Corporate Monster Under the Bed
When I was very little, I would wake in the middle of the night convinced that there was a monster under
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Tongue-tied in the Suburbs
One white person talking with another seems so insignificant amid the vast historic racism in the United States, but I
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Tyranny and Resistance; or, How I Spent My Winter
I am very honored to be asked to write for a sophisticated European online magazine,  Impakter.
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The Turning of the Year
In cold grey Michigan’s early February it was definitely winter, but my British nature sites were all tweeting away about
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Our Coyotes
It all began the first time I heard them calling back and forth to each other in the  northern Michigan
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Diddly-Pecking in the Day
“Where are Mom and Dad,” my daughters used to ask each other. “Oh, just diddly-pecking.”
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THE ROAD TO BEAVER MILL
On the front page of my web site I described Bethany leaping off a cliff into a gale. With the
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