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    Archive for the "Death" Category

    Grief is the cleanest cut

    Scott Simmons, Eastern Phoebe (2013) THERE IS A quiet clearing alongside a pond in the forest not far from here. That’s how I like to think about it, anyway, because it sounds like I live in the deep woods, perhaps in some magnificent and lonesome boreal expanse, which I do not. I live in Decatur, […]

    Three months, three birds

    Not a ruby-throated, but close enough. John James Audubon, Mango Hummingbird, Detail of Plate 184 of Birds of America. Click image for a nice high-resolution version of the whole thing OUTER SPACE is still out there I suppose, but my personal cosmos has really contracted since Dad died.┬áThese days my thoughts are on the birds […]

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    God and the blackbird

    John James Audubon, American Crow, Plate 156 of┬áBirds of America About an hour before Dad died I glanced out of his bedroom window and saw a crow. It was perched in a familiar poplar right at eye level and only a few yards away. I stopped to look at it. After a few seconds it […]

    There is a balm in the back yard

    The newest and greenest member of my personal cosmos. These guys like sunning themselves atop our wooden fence It’s been five weeks since Dad died. In that time I have found it difficult — impossible, really — to do thinking work, creative work, which is the work I love. I try to write and can’t. […]


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