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 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 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 FOG I have always loved the fog, especially after bright hot August days in Maine when it rolled in from the Atlantic and the 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 Battle Writing Of course there is a battle: this novel I am working on is called The Battle for the Black Fen. 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 Rabbit Nests Now comes that time of year, midsummer approaching, when my sights turn from Niebuhrian incongruities, the capitalism/commons paradox and even 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 Spring Poem I have always loved poetry, and I have always loved spring. Far and away my favorite poem in the world is Gerard Forest Bathing Have you heard about Shinrin - the Japanese practice of forest bathing? I have always known that Japanese people like to saunter 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 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 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. The editors cover a 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 Our Coyotes It all began the first time I heard them calling back and forth to each other in the northern Michigan Diddly-Pecking in the Day "Where are Mom and Dad," my daughters used to ask each other. "Oh, just diddly-pecking." That was their word for 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 Cyber Panic! Ordinarily, it is Turkey Panic that afflicts me at this time of year, but it was Cyber Panic that got MAPPING OUR WAY THROUGH THE DARKNESS Last week we left Frodo walking fearfully toward the dread Land of Mordor. This week we find ourselves on a perilous journey, « Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 Next »
