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In evergreens the Saw Whet will roost near eye level close to the trunk. The size of a robin, it is hard to find in any Northeastern forest. Nocturnal, it will feast on large insects, mice, shrews, voles, even young squirrels....

Just beyond the outskirts of New York’s State capital, a night rain began to tap The roof, the windows, and The hen house out back in the yard. I returned from the bathroom, stepping Softly over wide-planked wood floors, Looking...

An Old Woman Cooking Eggs Diego Valazquez  The boy waits, ladle in hand, his gaze fastened to two eggs poaching in the old woman’s red clay bowl, but she isn’t doling out anything, her gaze roaming past what can easily be seen,...

The sounds of one species’ extinction reverberate, heard more sharply by all those who have relied upon it. But now imagine an un-extinction — a return from silence. Imagine who was first to discover a dawn redwood growing tall...

It takes only one moment, one single event, or focus, to touch the inner genius, to make it spit up and out; All artists know it, enraptured by the simple truth that lays, naked, before them; With their brush, or pen, or musical...

My father rued the city, and its folk, with their dirty city streets, and their flimsy, self-made yokes; He bade the city farewell, and took my mom to a town in the country where each house sported a big lawn with lots of elbow...

My dead mother visits me in a dream, sitting bedside. No longer ninety-one, she appears in a navy pants suit, with dark, teased hair—her face, without a wrinkle. Mom, I gasp, my grief becoming an urgency to save her, though I...

Summoned late at night from my bed to hers, I stand by my unconscious mother, caressing her limp hand, promising to stay. The hospital’s florescent overheads cast blue, shadowless light, while a machine pumps morphine and...

grasps the arms of her rollator, shuffles from bedroom to courtyard, where during sunny mornings she’ll sit for hours alone. I speak with her by phone every day, hear how the laundry lost her favorite socks or how her bed went...

walking through the dark house every step every inch is a guess is that chair pulled out or is the path clear from here to the door the space seems full of you what is that movement on the floor there oh just light from the moon...

when life’s long crusade for a happy gravitational attraction dissolves into a realization that I am gods frenetic pinball i slip from my unhappy dance and begin the long downhill run with gifts of wide silent vistas and cold...