On Saturday the first falling leaves spiraled down on a light breeze. My grandsons ran across the back yard trying to catch the yellow ones with butterfly nets. They did get a few, let them go and tried for more until they spotted a few last butterflies and took off after them. They never did manage to catch a butterfly. Instead moved on to trying to kick a ball over the roof, or hit a post, or run faster than the dog. They are tired out before dusk and their sleep is sound a

On the way home from town yesterday in the surprising cool of a late August afternoon I noticed a tinge of yellow on the leaves. It seems an early fall is approaching. Late August used to be still summer, but now the kids have been back in school for weeks and I am throwing an extra blanket on the bed at night. My new year, both my birthday and Rosh Hashanah are only a few weeks away. August was a busy month full of work and family and my own writing objectives I hardly looke

I watched an old Star Trek voyager last night; Captain Janeway and Tom got caught in a subspace time fracture. I’ll spare the details but suffice it to say the universe is full of parallel possibilities. I think a lot about time. I think about its malleability, the thin lines between what was and what is, how quickly the future turns into the past. The way loss that took place years ago generates longing today. Writers see space and time as permeable, not as fixed lines or de

Wishing Time Away. #place #poetry #time #Writing

The light belies the cold. Even with six inches of snow on the ground, even with temperatures barely rising above 20 F there is no doubt that we are moving toward Spring. Inexorably moving forward, constantly turning the present into the past. I hear people wishing time away all around me; wanting winter to be gone, wanting the day to be over, wanting it to be the weekend already. I usually don’t say anything but I am thinking be careful, don’t push away this day, this week,