Our Hold on the Planet
We asked for rain. It didn’t flash and roar. It didn’t lose its temper at our demand And blow a gale. It didn’t misunderstand And give us more than our spokesman bargained for; And just because we...
View ArticleWhy I’m into Oceans
This is a pretty hopeless question attempt in a short blog post, but I’m at my grandparents’ house on Cape Cod for Thanksgiving and, sitting here at the kitchen table, I can see at least one of the...
View ArticleLongitude 170° West, Latitude 35° North
A poem by Gary Snyder. For Ruth Sasaki This realm half sky half water, night black with white foam streaks of glowing fish the high half black too lit with dots of...
View ArticleHow Zen Masters Are Like Mature Herring
So few become full grown And how necessary all the others; Gifts to the food chain, Feeding another universe. These big ones feed sharks. —Gary Snyder *** This made me laugh out loud when I...
View ArticleHow to Catch the Biggest Fish
Pouring December rain, the crummy’s windows all steamed up, Our tree-planting crew was talking salmon fishing during lunch When Piss-Fir Willie matter-of-factly announced, “Due to my natural modesty I...
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