“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 Two dragonflies flew just above us. Catching the sun, their wings looked like translucent, metal sheaves. They too are migrating now; vast clouds of them, invisible to us, are moving south along with warblers and hummingbirds and eagles. No one knows where they go. We walked in big, flexible circles in the fields under a sun that had just the right, sharp edge to its heat like a blade on the […]
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You Can Listen Here We might have been a half mile away from another human being, a big deal here in packed southeastern Pennsylvania. In the middle of a grassy field between two square sections of high corn — the dogs, the clouds blinking the sun open and closed, a good breeze running through the grass and stirring the corn and cooling us. For a few fine seconds I am able not to think. […]
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You Can Listen Here Almost every day I come across a sentence, an image, a line of poetry, or a sharp piece of dialogue, and I try to remember it. The inclination to think in terms of how I might use it in a classroom lesson has never left me. I turn down pages, underline, write in margins, tear newspapers to pieces and stack fragments on my desk for later use. Sometimes I add […]
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You Can Listen Here On one walk only Luna found the snake skin next to the water, a three foot brown length of material as delicate as fine wrapping paper, Wolfie found a small bone at the base of the swamp maple, scratching at it to uncover it from the leaves, and I picked up white pellets and fingered them loose of their fine dried dust and held balls of fur and a crush of […]
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