Killing becomes contagious. Let’s melt down all the guns into patio furniture.

The moon’s a blank page, a piano, a wishing stone. The rabbit in an Aztec sky. It’s a net for straining visions, a bowl of light, reclining crescent moon, its Cheshire Cat smile. New the first time each child looks up reaching for it. Military outpost, NASA’s putting green in the Sea of Tranquility, Easter…

On a brief sabbatical, see you next week.

As a child I read and reread Kipling’s tale of Riki-Tiki-Tavi, believing in the heroic mongoose who killed the cobras Nag and Nagina and saved the lives of a British family living in India. Years later, with a new house, our yard in Georgia had its own snake, a long, sleek Black Racer who swallowed…

I live with an abundance of ignorance big as a blue whale, particular as zooplankton, a monstrous failing, blind to the impact of human hubris. One example, the many millions of plastic straws in the ocean. My straw might be the one stuck in a seagull’s craw. Straws wait in warehouses, hide in the holds…