Freddie Mercury: bohemian rhapsodist, stitcher of songs

Mama, I don’t want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all. ~ Freddie Mercury . There is something enduring about the Bohemian Rhapsody and it still finds a place on many of my playlists. It was on an evening during lockdown last year while I was out walking, in a singular…

Dragonflies playing dead and other baseline studies for our trip to Mars

I love the moist and humid of marshland, watching tall grasses break the surface of water, simply wondering what fish must silver the shallows or what reptile slither a shiver down the spine .. I took these photos while we walked the trail at Lobster Cove meadow and Appalachee preserves in Boothbay Harbor. They look…

On Heart Wood in the Marshlands ~ Sculpture Poetry

On a visit to the Marshlands of the Hackensack   Dead wood now, at deepest core remnants of organic memory …… a tree that once was   Building artifacts of lignified vasculature rigidly mortified   yet so sweetly aromatic … an embalmed corpse from an erstwhile copse   transformed now …… a bridge to tread…

“Here on the edge of Hell stands Harlem……….

Remembering the old lies, the kicks in the back, they told us to be patient……………”  Langston Hughes     Yale Collection of American Literature, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library     In a strange mix up I ended standing many blocks further from 310 W, exiting the subway to the sounds of a couple yelling…