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Yearly Archives: 2014

24 nov 2014

Mon, 24 Nov 2014, 09:48 PM (-06:00)

Leaf Again

Sat, 22 Nov 2014, 12:55 PM (-06:00)

Because methinks one can never have too many leafez. (Your mileage may vary.)

Rosy Glasses

Fri, 21 Nov 2014, 09:17 PM (-06:00)

1. Manny stopped by my desk on his way out of the building. It was Friday. Not many people were left. “I remember the interview,” he said. Manny told me that he had wondered if the guy was for real. “Could anyone really be that chipper, that optimistic, energetic? He talked non-stop!” I was tempted […]

Leaf by Scribble

Fri, 21 Nov 2014, 08:17 PM (-06:00)

Le Guin

Fri, 21 Nov 2014, 07:12 PM (-06:00)

Ursula Le Guin stands at the podium to accept her award.  “We live in Capitalism,” she says.   She looks out at the audience and raises her eyebrows and shrugs just a little. “Its powers seem inescapable.” Here she pauses a moment and looks up again folding her arms on the podium. She leans forward. […]

Sit Down and Take a Stress Pill

Wed, 19 Nov 2014, 09:19 PM (-06:00)

Seeing the Forest in the Trees

Mon, 17 Nov 2014, 08:05 PM (-06:00)

Look hard. Do you see it? Over there behind the fungus peeking up from the mould at the base of that tree. Do you see it? Look harder. Squint your eyes. Do you see it? There’s a forest in those trees. photo: david hasan | central michigan | summer 2014

From Philae

Sun, 16 Nov 2014, 11:48 AM (-06:00)

Song of Coleridge’s Sailor (4 of 7)

Sun, 16 Nov 2014, 09:55 AM (-06:00)

4. As the old man spoke of the dying of the crew, the young man’s face turned white.  He jumped up and tried to step away. But the old man stayed him with a hand on his shoulder. Bony and gnarled and cold it seemed, the hand of a ghost returned from the sea. The […]

Song of Coleridge’s Sailor (3 of 7)

Sun, 16 Nov 2014, 01:26 AM (-06:00)

3. The old man spoke on. It was a weary time when our throats were parched and we watched with glazed eyes at the silent sea about us.  Then, in the west I saw a shape: a speck, a distant ship that tacked and veered. Standing there on the sun-baked deck, I watched. I stared. And at […]