Dreamers Rise

If you're not part of the problem, you're not part of the solution. Preening one's moral feathers at the expense of others is n...

This is not their time, our present world, but who is to say if that time is ages behind them or merely still to come? What may awaken when ...

Scenes from the woods, spring and summer 2016. Many of these specimens seemed to appear overnight (or maybe I just didn't notice them)...

He climbs the wooden stairway, his advancing shadow traced by sparse incandescent bulbs that emit, out of their little prisons of wire mesh,...

One of the paths I often walk is bordered on one side by inpenetrable swamp, but today I spotted a place where I could cross easily onto ...

The translator Gregory Rabassa has died, according to a notice from the Associated Press. Rabassa was a professor for many years at Quee...

I got up early and set out on foot for the local park in search of a family of barred owls who either weren't around today or were keepi...

Thomas Hardy: Then these children of the open air, whom even excess of alcohol could scarce injure permanently, betook themselves to the fie...

The ensemble known as The Gloaming (Thomas Bartlett, Dennis Cahill, Martin Hayes, Iarla Ó Lionáird, and Caoimhín Ó Raghallaigh) has rel...

Daniel Defoe: I heard of one infected creature, who, running out of his bed in his shirt, in the anguish and agony of his swellings, of whi...

I've gone for a walk today, as I often do when I can spare the time. I put my things away, pulled on my jacket, and headed up the hillsi...

Two poems about change, stone, farming, New England — and, obliquely, the ancient world. First up, Robert Frost: Of the Stones of the Place...

There were plenty of other kids in the neighborhood when I was small, and most of the time I played with them, but I had another friend who...

Milan Kundera: Man desires a world where good and evil can be clearly distinguished, for he has an innate and irrepressible desire to judg...

Forest's edge, March 2016.