Bernie had been sitting on a particular rock for what felt like a very long time.Not because the rock was especially comfortable - it wasn't - but because from here she could see things she liked. The sailboats drifting lazily across the harbor. The shingled houses tucked into the green hillside. The pale blue sky... Continue Reading →
Velvety stars stretch up the wall, Resilient up until the fall. With elegant flair, And purple to spare, Favorite clematis of all. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Spatterdock is a curious word. Sounding like a platform floating on the water attached at the shore with drops of wet paint on it. Nuphar advena is even more mysterious sounding, but is the scientific name for the Common Spatterdock plant species. That translates to something like "water lily stranger" or "lotus blossom foreigner". It... Continue Reading →
Deep in the velvet where the willows weep, A foggy mirror shows secrets it should keep.The pace slows down to a gentle hum,It's the rhythm of the wood where the shy things come. Oh, the otter pond is a dreaming place, A quiet drink for a whiskered face.Where stale waters stir and creatures creep by,Under... Continue Reading →
Has my sister really left us here on this remote shoreline? How can that be? Why would she? She just left for a moment, she'll be back shortly, right? She can't have done so knowingly. She can't have envisioned her path with us would end here. She can't have wanted others to feel this lost.... Continue Reading →
It's probably no coincidence that the U.S. recognizes November as both Native American Heritage Month and the annual celebration of Thanksgiving. After all, we were brought up with stories of the Pilgrim's first Thanksgiving shared in harmony with a welcoming of Indigenous Peoples from the region. Though much of this romanticized depiction has since been... Continue Reading →
The Scenario A graduate school philosophy professor presented me with a scenario based on aesthetic theory. He suggested that someone could be rendered virtually paralyzed in the presence of pure beauty. That you could become overwhelmed with awe to the point that you could not function normally. Your primary feelings could overload your rational thoughts,... Continue Reading →
Well, way up north where the air gets coldThere's a tale about Christmas that you've never been toldAnd a real famous newt all dressed up in redAnd he spends the whole year peelin' out of his shed It's the li'l red eftOoh, li'l red eftIt's the li'l red eftOoh, li'l red eft AhhhhhhOoooooooMerry Christmas Spotted... Continue Reading →
