Spring Birding, 2016

We moved here to North Eastern Pennsylvania in October, and got to do a bit of hiking about, local fields, tracks of woods along railroad tracks and we took visiting friends to Francis Slocum State Park in November and I even spent a little time alone on Christmas Day at Rickett’s Glen since the weather…

Poetry Month Then and Now

Last night Rebecca, George, Magda and a small group of library patrons celebrated National Poetry Month by gathering in the reading room at the Osterhout Free Library for Wilkes-Barre’s first Third Friday Art Walk of the season.  Patrons stopped in, some to watch and listen between checking out the historic photographs and paintings on the…

Keeping the Sabbath with Emily Dickinson, 236

Good Sunday to you. And if I haven’t said it already, happy National Poetry Month from the Northeast of these United (sort of) States. At last the April snows appear to be over here. It’s sunny, but with that brisk chill that somehow returns me to childhood, not for any particular memory or event, but…

Music Monday with EELS, Part 1

Twenty one days ago I made some enigmatic statements here about certain aspects of life being “up in the air,” and other aspects of life just being down, dirty, and difficult. A person gets tired. I think I’m handling myself well, for the most part, as well as I can, but I apologize, dear reader…

Life on the Ground, Music Monday with Mary

We’ve had a lot of music here on the blog lately, but it doesn’t seem you mind, so here we go again. I have had this song is in my head lately, what with all the crazy and exciting things happening, like my freelance editing career getting off the ground–more about that soon. And of…

Summer Birds, Some are Poets

Reflections on Robert Frost’s “Ovenbird,” and “First Song,” by Matthew Murrey “There is a song that everyone has heard.” That is how Robert Frost begins his unique sonnet, “The Ovenbird.” Of course, you’d be right to protest; not everyone has heard the bird. But a lot of the North American continent has. The little “mid-wood…