Falling Leaves

If you’re reading Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar with me this year, it’s time for another one of the poem’s not associated with a specific moon phase. It seems like there have been a lot of these “extra” poems on the schedule lately. I think we’re at the tail end of the more prolific part of the book. Before long, the poems will come only at the moon phases. I think we have to actually skip a phase or two to make the calendar work out.

At any rate, today’s poem is Aunt Leaf. This is one of the poems that made me think Ms. Oliver may actually have intended her book to be a lunar calendar. It’s certainly perfect for this season of falling leaves. Continue reading →

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Returning

Our recent road trip to the lower 48 to deliver Aly to college included a mix of new and familiar sites. Part of the trip reversed the route Michelle and I took almost 20 years ago, when we moved to Juneau. On that trip we visited Nisga villages in British Columbia, to view and photograph stands of totem poles, many from the turn of the previous century.

Some of what we saw and experienced walking among the weathered wooden monuments in the village of Gitwangak ended up in The Raven Calls at Dawn, the longest and perhaps darkest story in my book, Shy Ghosts Dancing: Dark Tales from Southeast Alaska. We encountered the pack of dogs and the blind, white bird living in the forehead of the totem pole mentioned in the story.

Gitwangak totem pole

A blind, white bird lived in the hole in the bottom figure's forehead about 20 years ago (Photo: Mark Zeiger).

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