After Reading Mary Oliver’s “The Summer Day” Up.  Early. I am retired into a perfect summer morning: to walk in the garden to take notes on the world to write a poem and witness the day.      And to learn and relearn  and consolidate the truths  that arise like glubbing koi, curious to seek the…

Impedagogies: A Brave New Milieu

In the words of James Scott, we are moving from the legible to the illegible.  This unfamiliar territory is like a 60-something comp instructor learning how to rap. I refer to this brave new milieu as “impedagogy”. You might have noticed that this is the title of my blog. Here is the poem from Kentucky…