Hand

Went on a short walk with the dogs today. Following them across a freshly snowed baseball field, I noticed their prints paralleling each other, in sets of four paws, like words on a page. Morse code. Tab (if you're a guitarist). Braille in the negative. Then I noticed the two dogs' sets were mirror images …

Scooping Arcs

In some coincidence, by one, I've found myself reading a lot about the Arctic lately. I'd always known it was up there, waiting. Well, not really. It never needed me. But I'd always felt a little guilty somehow. Ignorance. Maybe that accounts for why. Anyway, first was Barry Lopez's Arctic Dreams, which took a while …

Liminal

"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 …

Starts to Be

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 …

Blooming

...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 …