Not just for the birds
"The short man followed, limping, terrific, crablike." Nearly through reading 900 pages of Faulkner short stories, and can't get rid of the sentence above. For some reason. Yesterday, while doing research for a story I'm writing, I came across a Cree word that any bird hunter would appreciate: “Papêtikwâskopaniow.” I wish I could pretend I …
Do you believe in miracles? --Al Michaels, 1980 And I, whose childhood Is a forgotten boredomFeel like a child Who comes on a sceneOf adult reconciling, And can understand nothingBut the unusual laughter,And starts to be happy--Philip Larkin, from "Coming" The animals are endlessly regenerated, and yet they are finite. I am more powerful than …
...and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am. --James Agee, A Death in the Family We've had Bloom a little more than a year now. He's an odd …
Soon we'll head east to the west we've missed. Chukar season is on in Idaho, and we'll have tried-and-true Peat and apparent prodigy Bloom with us in our travels to new (for us) and familiar places. We are excited. I'm so excited I made a silly little video of Peat. I'll probably post one of …
NOTE: I began this post in April, part way through my last quarter as a teacher at Neah Bay High School. I didn't finish it for some reason. Now I want to get it out. In the grass that has overgrown causes and effects,someone must be stretched out blade of grass in his mouthgazing at …