Fragments An email from a former online student popped up from some unknowable chasm for some unknown reason, A koi escaped from the Sargasso of the Internet. It asked a question in its digital bottle. I answered it and tossed it back through the time maelstrom. I have not seen or heard or smelled or…

  Annotate? Navigate? Negotiate? Which comes first? Matters not, just touch base and back to home. These liminal acts spread in all directions. and the crossing of it is all the same. Yet… The step across the threshold From beach to ocean Is as different from ocean to beach as we can know, is as…

It is that time of year even if we are in the midst of “Blackberry Winter”. It is time to re-consider Spring. That means Aaron Copland’s tarted-up version of the original Shaker hymn, “Simple Gifts”. Our farm is about half-way between two former Shaker villages, Pleasant Hill and South Union. I worked at Pleasant Hill…