death

A bug by any other name

Dan’s Bugs by Jim Harrison I felt a little bad about the nasty earwig that drowned in my nighttime glass of water, lying prone at the bottom like a shipwrecked mariner. There was guilt about the moth who died when she showered with me, possibly a female. They communicate through wing vibrations. I was careful […]

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The Grace of Influence

    When Giving Is All We Have by Alberto Ríos            One river gives                                              Its journey to the next.   We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us.   We give because giving has changed us. We give because giving could have changed us.   We have […]

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Special delivery: Seamus Heaney

A sunny day in northern Michigan. A long walk past farmland and on to a wooded trail. Three Seamus Heaney poems to deliver, three poems full of the most beautiful nouns and verbs but also full of death. Three watchful deer who scared the bejeebers out of me and two wrong turns that added miles […]

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Fairy Godfather to the rescue

‘Tis the season to frolic and I’m idle and sluggish. Nothing like a summer cold to sour the sunshine. And nothing like soured sunshine to call forth the de facto fairy godfather of misery, poet Franz Wright.   So happened I had six Wright poems to dispose of. Leaving them around the small town in […]

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Maybe because he was drunk

  The Birds Have Vanished Into the Sky by Li Po   The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away.   We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.       A cable car ride up Austria’s Zwolferhorn led to this view of the […]

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