Lonesome George, the last la Pinta tortoise, died earlier today. As the last of his species, he became a symbol of the precariousness of the Galapagos ecosystems. I had the…
Today I am ashamed
Yesterday, an upsettingly large proportion of my fellow North Carolina citizens voted to amend the constitution of our state to forbid a subset of loving, consenting adults from enjoying the legal benefits…
shift. a short story from eno. magazine
The old winch groaned under the strain of a full net. Captain Willis sighed. A heavy haul was a bad sign. “Well, that’s the last cast this season, probably the…
somewhere in this maelstrom, a poem for #IamScience
the island In those hours before sunrise, while the water is still new, my father and I walk down to the pilings to dip our lines in the murky Severn.…
Docking
docking approach, from the west the falling tide pushes the bow out, into the channel. a half turn left angles the motor, compensates. idle slowly, into position, the narrow slip.…
Those Pens
Those Pens I never seem to lose the crappy pens, those cheap plastic ballpoints with flimsy caps or the clickers that jam with pocket lint. Those pens, the unwanted, are…
Failboat Bay
Some of you following me on Twitter have no doubt experienced the wonder that is Failboat Bay. Failboat Bay is a small, no-so-safe harbor near my house where abandoned boats…
A weary wanderer, part 1
A work in progress, an attempted retelling of the classic Rime of the Ancient Mariner, in a different age and from a different vantage point. He was a weary…