“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
Y ou Can Listen Here Fifteen feet up a tree at the edge of a woodland, meadow to the north, west and east, deep woods to the south, I balanced the bow on a safety bar and sought to remain still. A mass of wild grape vine shaded me. The tree blocked my view to the east along a trail on the meadow’s edge. To look back required a choreography of small movements — […]
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Y ou Can Listen Here Political monsters go beyond accepted codes of decency again and again and feel no remorse. If they are not caught, unmasked, or stopped cold, they will continue. They believe their power gives them the right to do as they wish to the powerless for “the wolf is entitled to the lamb.”* Some are able to disguise themselves. They escape justice by relocating and fading in, by adopting a new […]
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Y ou Can Listen Here A caution: if you dislike hunting, you should not read this specific post. There are birds in the corn everywhere — titmice, chickadees and squadrons of mourning doves. They are shaking the stalks and dried leaves before and in back of my spot. I am hiding my face in a shadow thrown by a corner of the blind from the sun arcing down to the west. Three raccoons have […]
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Y ou Can Listen Here The bow resting on my thigh changes everything. I am waiting in ambush as if I were possessed of claws. The wind is blowing east to west, coming from the woods to me. Only the tops of the trees are visible against a trifling moonglow. Light flows into this cup amidst the corn — a rivulet, a rill, a brook, a run, a stream, then as if in an instant, a full […]
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