“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
You Can Listen Here In musical composition, a grace note is a decorative afterthought. Remove it and the melody still tracks in its groove. Its withdrawal affects nothing. In an ordinary day though, these moments might accrue and give cause for praise. Twice today among low trees bordering wetlands, in parks 30 miles distant from each other, we walked through a fall of warblers — common Yellowthroat and others, on their way to Central and […]
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You Can Listen Here The miles roll off with ease, as if gravity had lost a little of its power. At Crow’s Nest follow the headwaters of the French Creek through wetlands, then turn into long sunny meadows and climb to corn fields and hay fields. Your muscles will feel oiled, your thoughts will gain a kind of temporary repose. For this time, the rhythm of your walking may cauterize the infection of the present desperate […]
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You Can Listen Here In the dim beginning of first light, our neighborhood’s crow family of 7 begin crying like Apache raiders — raucous, insistent, circling our big trees. Maybe they know everything else is in retreat and so are proclaiming their dominion. The swallows left sometime in the third week of August. One evening two dozen slung themselves side by side on the wire over the horse pasture. The next night, gone. The […]
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You Can Listen Here We have our ghosts. We have flash points of rage. This play taps into what we seek to keep from others — the ghosts who speak only to us, the private furies that burn and burn. Maybe that fury rose up after years of slights or after one slap or public shaming or one act of cruelty. Maybe your response had been immediate and this rage broke out in blistering words or in a terrible, irretrievable moment. […]
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