See where we're at! Also, be aware that I'm starting to get into the habit of embedding links that are either relevant or make me laugh in the text, so look for your Easter Eggs. Sunrise in Long Island Sound on March 3rd. We were off the dock at Utsch's by 0900 and out into … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #11: Cape May to New York City, and… (3/1 – 3/3)
Category: Prose
Trip with Tripp #6: The Great Dismal Swamp (2/10 – 2/11)
See where we're at! On the morning of February 10th, we headed out of Norfolk and started on the Intracoastal Waterway. Stopped at Ocean Yacht Marina on the way out to get diesel. When it turned out there was no way we'd make the 11:00 AM opening at the canal's northern lock, we stuck around … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #6: The Great Dismal Swamp (2/10 – 2/11)
Trip with Tripp #5: Norfolk, VA (2/7 – 2/10)
See where we're at! The Waterside Marina, home for a few days in Norfolk. So! It's 9:15 am on February 7th. Tripp has woken me up, still amused about the ejection of our French Press into the briny deep, to see cormorants, seagulls, pelicans and other sea birds swirling in the sky and populating the … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #5: Norfolk, VA (2/7 – 2/10)
Trip with Tripp #4: Cape May, NJ to Norfolk, VA (2/6 – 2/7)
See where we're at! An excerpt from my written journal: February 6th, 4:00 PM ... and then the clouds over a shoreline silhouetted with trees against a golden horizon, struck through with lances of sunbeams, show that nature is indeed still capable of reaching me with its beauty. There was a new observation for me … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #4: Cape May, NJ to Norfolk, VA (2/6 – 2/7)
164. Saplings
This last summer, as a galley hand aboard the Victory Chimes (a bittersweet experience, being the vessel's likely last time ever as a windjammer), I had the wonderful experience of being able to share my poetry, to read it aloud and to explain its themes and personal meanings, in ways that had never presented themselves … Continue reading 164. Saplings
“Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
In gazing even upward,I saw a cloud-sprent autumn skyPerforated nearly By the waxing lunar eye;A rainbow wrought in cirrus, Rounding perfectly and still.One hallowed image crafted Just to, momentary, lie.And in that vap'rous sheercloth,Like a veil upon the night,I sought to find some meaningIn an arc of prismed light.But soon the wind had carried allAnd … Continue reading “Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
Quarantine in Newark
"Pnin walked slowly under the solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended to the destinies of the quick."Vladimir Nabokov, "Pnin" (1957) Why is it that … Continue reading Quarantine in Newark
On Sterling Pond
"Neither had my secret thought conceived the snowflake, nor in all my music was contained the falling of the rain."J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Silmarillion" (1977) One ridge of phosphorescent glass, electric with sunlight. At another angle the breeze-raked surface applauds, dappled with buoyant reflective motes; sparks struck off the forge of creation, an alloyed sheen like … Continue reading On Sterling Pond
I Ink, Therefore.
"When the mind is braced by labor and invention, every book we read becomes luminous with manifold allusions."Ralph Waldo Emerson, "The American Scholar" (1837) It's difficult to become the center of your own orbit, trying to tease out the physics of those dark matter strengths beyond the range of weaknesses' sight. Trepidation is spiritual myopia, … Continue reading I Ink, Therefore.
Hermit Thrush 