The Quiet Season
The days are short and cold, and it snowed last Sunday. The tree canopies, now brown, have thinned. The birds have begun migrating southwards — I hear their calls from my room, where I sip coffee — and people in …
Culture
Culture, Human Landscape, Place, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized
Beyond This Room
Sure Thing
It is that with which the wind blows
And the snowflakes carry from the skies
The mountains echo in their deep crevasses
The sky possesses in her blue, graceful expanse
The child has in her smile
The earth …
Culture, Energy, Environmental Justice, Fracking, Place
Holy Land
I lived in a small community outside Wheeling, West Virginia for seven months in 2020. New Vrindaban – a spiritual community drawing on Vaisnava Hindu tradition, current population 100 people and 70 cows – was my refuge from COVID-19; a …
Animals, Art, Culture, Human Landscape, Painting, Poetry
Home | Bird and Broom
I’ve dropped my broom