Memory is the Great Anti-Museum
Memory is the great anti-museum makes New Jersey the garden of states petro-whiff of ghost ground finally thawing out soft enough to plant a spade into maybe start emptying the town tomb we’re running...
Monthly Archive: March 2017
Passerby
[The following fragment was found typed on a single sheet of paper inserted between pages 242 and 243 in a second-hand copy of The Works of Thomas Vaughan edited by Arthur Edward Waite with...
No Way To Treat An Active Cemetery
Spent the day writing up notes I took some months ago on an excursion to a sizable New Jersey cemetery that has, as they say in the funeral industry, a “goodly number of interments.”...
Adjusted Space
Sorry for your loess they say except this is no ash no dust it’s snow two days into spring zero degree Aeolian chill picked up one place deposited another constantly moving accumulations let loose...
An Old Philosopher
A little light reading before bed last night, some pages by George Santayana, these words written nearly a century ago: “Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time...
Wingéd Words
Early March in the Catskills. Ascent of Friday Mountain. Cold wind, sun no good for melting hard-packed snow and ice. Pause for a break. Look! At the base of an old yellow birch, a...
Note to a Future Book Owner
This My Emily Dickinson is my second My Emily Dickinson my first My Emily Dickinson long since lost in one move across the country or another and this My Emily Dickinson just acquired I discover was formerly...
No Telling
No telling what happened here. Still, we try. A first kiss. A last breath. Someone just walking past. The roar of surf. Coming and going. Dune grass. Clouds. A bending of the will. The...
Transactional Grammar School
Once upon a time true child of Hermes second grader edge of hardtop Catholic school playground where the Church operates makeshift ice cream parlor with uniformed sixth grader in white button-down shirt working wobbly...