Polaris Rising
I’ve lost touch with the stars. Like titles that have broken away from their stories, their names are familiar, but I can no longer connect them to their place in the sky. Which way is north? he would say to…
Learning Geometry: Looking Again
Take a picture of someone you knowOr even of yourself andFold the picture in halfAnd hold a mirror along theLine of the center crease.Divide the face in halfThen multiply each half by itself.I once saw this done With an image…
Where I’m From: Homage to George Ella Lyon
When I was teaching, I always made sure that I completed every writing assignment I ever gave my students. I would also share each piece with them when the time was right. This entry is my version of a very…
Pine Valley ’62: A Summer Idyll
The summer the locusts came we made them our pets. The endless July days would begin the way they ended – with the resonant song of the cicadas. Jackie, Jennifer and I, then ten would capture the cicadas, carefully remove…