Category Archives: Nature

Redfish Awash Underfoot

December 20, 2023 – 11:37 am

The ACADIA BAY 2 trawls the Gulf of Maine Above the Cashes Bank A hundred miles east of Portsmouth. This time of year Close to winter The weather is tricky. Calm seas Then Deadly storms. Today okay. Sunny A slight swell from the deep Quentin slogs through the knee deep catch. Ninty-three minutes into his […]

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Stags Shagging in Season

October 24, 2023 – 6:13 am

Putney was not exactly the center of London, but I chose to stay with Sara. We were the best of friends. Dawn came early at her house. Every morning the record executive walked her sweet little dog, Maysie, in Richmond Park. I was a stranger to the Royal Park, the largest in London, and was […]

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Autumn Stonehenge

September 21, 2023 – 4:25 am

Written 2010 The ancient Druids studied the movements of the Cosmos for millenia before the construction of Stonehenge. The earliest potholes date back to 8000 BC. The designs were laid out to measure the passage of the Sun, but not by the Druids or Picts. A Neolithic people lost to history save in legends. Two […]

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Goodbye Summer August 19, 2023

August 21, 2023 – 9:37 am

August 19, 2023 This evening in Fort Greene Park the trees changed color from summer green to end of summer green. The sun set earlier than yesterday a sliver moon follows it west to a horizon Beyond Brooklyn’s skyline BBQs burn along Myrtle Avenue Not as many as last weekend. the leaves turn black in […]

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Emily Dickinson Antithesis – I’M FUCKED – ARE YOU FUCKED TOO

July 18, 2023 – 12:29 pm

I’m fucked. Who are you? Are you fucked too? Then there’s a pair of us. Don’t tell them. They are not us. They’d snitch us out – You know. How dreay to no be fucked! How dreary as a frog. To live as an alias to please them All summer long To an admiring bog.

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