From the Norman Rockwell Museum description of this piece, which was shown at the UN in 2015, part of the We the Peoples exhibit of his work. (Click image for larger view) In 1952, at the height of the cold … Continue reading →
‘Despair, or folly?’ said Gandalf. ‘It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as … Continue reading →
The radio spits out news that can’t be held listening as witness, eyes opening and turning to the weirdness of snow on the seventeenth of April, snow, hail, sleet doesn’t this seem more likely than all that world stuff? Mid-April, … Continue reading →
Grey stubble of trees along the river fuzz along the ridges waiting for spring clouds grey above, water steel hills dark, trees bare and shaking in the hard wind of today we’re all trembling, waiting for spring praying for strength … Continue reading →
The drive in and lunchtime On awakening, scrim of snow, April second all kinds of fake news. On April second, the snow, a scrim obscuring, all kinds of fake news pouring from the radio dripping down the screens Turn them … Continue reading →
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
