Science teacher

Wheat in our classroom window a few years ago. The miracle was not so much the resurrection, such as it was . The miracle is that any ...

Near Higbee Beach The earth breaks. The rains come. The mud heals. The sun returns. Then the earth breaks again. For a few dozen cyc...

This is (mostly) for me.... Mortal clams, mortal words. This is an experiment. I am mortal. So are you. My heart's been...

The fish after losing consciousness....and yes, fish are conscious. I looked for crocuses, but found none, so I went to the north side o...

A couple of year's ago on New Year's eve. Closest thing I come to resolutions these days. I watched the sun as it set yesterda...

If you're preparing her for next year's class, and that is all you have to offer her when she asks why she's doing this , you ...

The sun creaks through the gray dusk, etching the branches of a tree I did not plant. The branches are orderly but not symmetric, ea...

I have spent, in the basest sense of that word, hours of my God-given life working on a document required of teachers here in Jersey. That...

The number of years I have of days growing shorter is growing shorter, true for everybody, I suppose, but still surprising to me. The s...

Prayer Whatever happens. Whatever what is is is what I want. Only that. But that. Galway Kinnell We are, of course, the ghosts...

Written 8 year ago on a blog long abandoned. I got a hankering for clams, and paddled over to Richardson Sound to one of my favorite ...

I have spent, in the basest sense of that word, hours of my God-given life working on a document required of teachers here in Jersey. That...

Danse Macabre , Michael Wolgemut, 1493 woodcut Summer is winding down. The shadows shift, the dead start to stir again, knowing their c...

Nagasaki, again--because we must never forget. On August 9, 1945, just over 2 1/2 pounds of plutonium was converted to energy 1650 fe...

Yep, mostly the same post sixth time around--I like the rhythm of the year. "No ideas but in things." William Carlos William...

 An award--and a few months later, a fatal slip. "At 3:20 PM on Tuesday, May 21, 1946, Louis Slotin's hand slipped-- a small,...

Another dead bird story.... An active red-wing blackbird's heart rate is a hard thing to find on the internet. An American robin...

Thoughts while waiting for the light to return..... While science rests on models, abstract shadows of patterns drawn out of noise, ...

Found on our classroom typewriter One of the joys of clamming in December is listening to Brant geese chatter back and forth a few y...

This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days an...