Peace During Flight-time

It begins with my car whose battery light keeps flashing even though the battery and alternator are fine. So take a plane to teach, because the only bus to Boston gets me there ten minutes after my first class begins. I  plan to take the bus back.  I arrive at the station, and get in…

An examination of war in domestic plane travel

It began on a plane, but it might have begun at the security, when I was too slow to unshed for the inspection, and a guard scolded me roundly for selfishly holding up the line.  In my defense, I was waiting for the person ahead of me to finish, but I took three baskets from…

Because smilla’s sense of snow was so good

I woke to clumps of snow clinging to the tree branches. I am in Boston, and I know I am in Boston because the snow-blower began as soon as I made my first cup of coffee. I have been listening to live streams of poetry and sweet fiction and -non all day, and I had…

March, Mud, Madness

Actually, there is no madness.  For the past week, the wetlands behind my yard have transformed into a pond, and two families, one of geese, one of ducks, have found their home there.  The horses graze in the narrow fields left to them, but it is the waterfowl that take precedence.  How regal the Canadian…