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Saturday, April 11, 2020

Adonais: Spring Beckons

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. . . and time reckons.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Saline Drip

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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

"Ice-Diving in Hudson Bay"

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ICE-DIVING IN HUDSON BAY When we dive down in those cool and crystal Blue waters, clumsy with our double wetsuits, Steel tanks, and that...

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

McIlvanney: "The Language of My Living"

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Here's a passage from one of William McIlvanney's novels that I've always liked. The juxtaposition of humility and arrogance, t...

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Touchstone: from Kirk Russell's "Redback"

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Here’s a passage that matters to me, a passage that truly evokes emotion and thought, from the fourth John Marquez eco-thriller by Kirk Rus...

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Grief's Visage?

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Weird brother to go with the weird sisters in Macbeth this week? Or, Grief's Visage? Hollow-eyed and empty-mouthed? Can you hear...

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Grief's Waters

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Undertow, rip current, whirlpool, maelstrom: grief will pull you into deeply dangerous waters.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Salt For The Wound

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Such salt solaces -- even as it burns. (Photos from a happier day: PG / January 20, 2013.)

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Matt Duckworth: San Francisco; East Bay, CA, United States; Heed the reefs not yet charted Seek that green isle beyond design

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