I came across this poem in the course of destroying my handwritten journals: : Time has gone by. And I see I expected too much. SO: I never will see you, or touch you or hear you, again. Though I begged for a sign, just a flutter, a gossamer touch, Even YOU canāt, or wonāt, … Continue reading For My BelovĆØd Dead
Author: Hypatia
Ć Rebours!
Thatās the title of JK Huysmanās 1884 novel about the Decadent movement, usually translated as āAgainst the Grainā or āAgainst Natureā. Itās a delightful very funny (IMHO) read. But I thought of the phrase āagainst natureā when I heard of the student riots in France this week. High school students rioting and setting fires because … Continue reading Ć Rebours!
Hey Girl!
ā¦..I donāt know whether any girls are reading this, but you, Readers, may know some, young women in their reproductive years. This is for you to pass on, please and thank you. I call Summer 2026 the Season of the Witch. Its presiding genii has definitely been the horrible defendant in the Massachusetts case, who … Continue reading Hey Girl!
I Didnāt See My Mother in a Dream Last Night
ā¦and yet saw her more clearly than I have in years. I dreamed we were home, here, and it was still my parentsā day, they were alive. A sunny day and we were all just casually talking, planning the activities we usually did. Someone asked where my mother was. No one knew. But in the … Continue reading I Didnāt See My Mother in a Dream Last Night
Demolition Derby
We saw one last night , at the West End Fair in Gilbert, Pa. It reminded me of a cockfight or dogfight, except then you remember of course that there are men inside the vehicles. But the growling, the higher keening sounds: you could almost believe you were watching feral cars! When I did remind … Continue reading Demolition Derby
The Robot Race
Today Iāve seen that clip of a robot running super fast, beating any human records, then crashing into a wall and being removed from the trackāon a stretcher. Itās a laffriotābut why, exactly? I men , we already KNEW machines are much faster than humans. Who could catch up with a car? So what was … Continue reading The Robot Race
Pocono Parade
Dandelion, hawkweed, daisies, clover, milkweed, brown-eyed Susan, butterānāeggs, goldenrod, Queen Anneās lace. This, as near as I can call to mind, is the seasonal procession of wildflowers here on our Plateau. Weāre already at the last stage! The fields are egg-yolk yellow with goldenrod (but itās beginning to brown), and dotted with the greeny-white celadon … Continue reading Pocono Parade
Not So Speechless
Yesterday I subjected you to a rather maudlin, self-pitying piece about having lost a soul-mate, but Iām ashamed of it, kinda, since I have had and am still having the most wonderful, enviable life anyone could have. (So far. š¬š¤) Bereavements, such as everybody has to endure unless you die yourself at age 7 or … Continue reading Not So Speechless
Dull and Speechless Tribes
I just finished Kate Atkinsonās book A God in Ruins. And it made me so lonely. It was the way the siblings in her book talk among themselves. Theyāre all well-educated, intelligent people and they constantly, effortlessly refer in conversation to poems, plays, novels, they just reel off lines and phrases, knowing their interlocutor will … Continue reading Dull and Speechless Tribes
In the Woods
A walk in the woodsā¦.there are two distinct kinds of that experience. Along a wooded trail, where you can appreciate the shade but donāt have to watch your feet. And, lost. Or off-trail, even when you know generally where you are. Oh it aināt no jungle here on the Pocono Plateau. But there are certain..eco-niches … Continue reading In the Woods
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