Sunset Intersection

my heroine and teacher, Jane Goodall

  Sto partendo per un grandissimo tour promozionale del libro, incluso un evento a cui dovresti veramente partecipare. A Cesarò, provincia d...

  I'm embarking on a massive book tour, including one event you really should attend. Cesarò, Messina province, Sunday December 1st, 6 p...

Reconciliation with Nazis? Reconciliation with racists, sexists, xenophobes, misogynists, homophobes, Islamophobes, deplorables? Reconciliat...

Terminal USA: I know the revolution will not be televised, but last night was a tough one. The big dominos start to fall. I am afraid for th...

 

I'm making a list. In or out, on or off the bus, as my buddy Wavy Gravy says. I'm sending out friend requests by the millions, maybe...

 Around this time, I usually post a list of muscians, writers and others that have died during the past year. This time around I just can...

Our Real Work Wendell Berry It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work and that when we no longer know w...

"In a time when more of us than ever know what it feels like to experience an impossible distance from our own normal lives, this colle...

The Big One being my latest book of poetry:  Exile's Choice . I published two small books of small poems recently, and I hope you liked ...

Mourning # 30   I mourn the people I know and the people I don’t know, the people I care about and those I don’t give a damn about this deat...

Mourning # 29   I’m so sorry you’re gone not sure how we carry on I wasn’t there when you passed because we were governed by a psychopath wh...

Mourning # 28   The gulls and crows had picked the kitten’s head and guts out it lay soaking wet in the road on our evening walk we turned a...

Mourning # 27   Spirit woman dressed all in red Spirit woman collecting the dead I beg you to leave me I beg you not to set me free life is ...

Mourning # 26   Winter weeds are taking control of the territory around the dormant flowers, but I can’t be bothered. I lost my father yeste...

Mourning # 25   Driving down to County General to see my dear old Ma stopped at a light in the crosswalk an ice cream cone on the ground I t...