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On Not Becoming a Chinese Poet

On an early October day, on the cusp of the autumn color invasion when the forest looks darkest green from a summer of soaking up sunlight, I helped lead a “Hike & Write” up to Giant Ledges as part of … Continue reading

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Bertha Rogers Understands Vultures

People refuse to see vultures, those common black bombers leisurely patrolling our skies. Two examples. Years ago, I stood on Monument Mountain in the Berkshires, which has rugged white outcroppings of quartzite like the raw uncut blocks for marble statues; … Continue reading

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