The Second Crows Feet podcast airs today

If you are feeling glum about aging, you might want to listen to today’s podcast episode. Jan M Flynn interviews author Priscilla Long about her book Dancing with the Muse in Old Age, and her thoughts about aging well. I liked so many parts of the interview. First of all, the author was trying toContinue reading “The Second Crows Feet podcast airs today”

Some Good News at last

Just today I learned that Main Street Rag wants to publish my poetry chapbook, Not All Are Weeping. It will be out sometime in the months ahead. Meanwhile, I will need to learn a lot of new stuff. I hope to keep you all informed as I learn of release dates. etc. For now, IContinue reading “Some Good News at last”

Welcome Spring 2022

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.” ―Neil Gaiman We continue to have erratic weather here in Maine. Including giant blobs of snow falling along with sleet and rain. But it is clear that theContinue reading “Welcome Spring 2022”

Happy Valentine’s Day 2022

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 1 Corinthians 13:4-5: Today is the day for celebrating love if you can. There are times whenContinue reading “Happy Valentine’s Day 2022”

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr. February, the month of love, the month that the sun begins to reappear, the shortest month technically, though it often seems to go on forever. Welcome to February. We have survived two blizzards since last week’s newsletter. At last, we are getting what seems more like a Maine winter. IContinue reading ““Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.””

Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

—Sylvia Plath I think nerves are a good topic for this week. Because of things getting on them. Like the persistent below zero cold, the ice-covered driveway that forbids me to take more than take one ginger-step at a time, the sameness of the house and the company. I am craving interesting things and ifContinue reading Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.