Cloudy and cold. Gusts of wind try on bespoke garments of yellow leaves. The hornets are still flying, tough as the nails in their abdomens.
Another great one gone much too soon. RIP Susan Elbe, one of the best poets I have ever had the privilege of meeting.www.susanelbe.com
Bright morning after a cold night. A hornet drops from her nest, hitting the porch floor with an audible tick, then flies unsteadily away.
New on my dad Bruce Bonta’s website this week, a fascinating glimpse into changing Amish attitudes about technology. As usual, they’re much more pragmatic than the larger society gives them credit for, but they maintain a healthy skepticism about technological…
This is still one of the most amazing video trailers for a book of poetry that I’ve ever seen. Of course, it does help that Carolyn Hembree’s poem and recitation kick ass.Rigging a Chevy into a Time Machine and Other…
The air’s so clear I can see gnats 100 feet away—bright motes wandering among the trees. Dead leaves crowd together at the end of the porch.
Pepys uses the word “troll” (sort of) and I go after the predictable target. https://t.co/hxsHNBsLne
Central PA homebrewers: you can now buy locally grown barley malt from Appalachian Malting, which is located in Portage, at Bootleggers Brew Shop in Altoona or the Barn in Lemont. Brew local!Appalachian Malting
Cedar waxwings crowd into the tops of the tall locusts, harried by goldfinches. High above, two swifts arc and swoop against the blue.