Now, Godot the raccoon, now aptly named Myrtle-Godot arrived plump and tired and fuzzy at dawn for what would be her morning feed. She laid her cool fingers on...

1. Try not to get born in the first place. * 2. If born, don’t expect that the mere happenstance of your birth entitles you to be an idiot....

It took me a year before I finally succumbed to a phone that would accept 5G. They bugged me and bugged me by phone and email and text messages...

There is a lusty bird that sings at dusk outside my window high in the cedar tree. I’ve never seen him but he warbles wildly and poignantly as if...

With the end of winter comes a death rattle deep from the throat of the cold. It has sputtered snow in between the rain and left the spring grasses...

Sylvia Shawcross There was a wild wind and a wicked sky and a cold cold day. North of here the power went out for a long long time and...

Sylvia Shawcross It is cold again at night and the raccoons that reach their little hands up to the bowl of food are not there under the porch light...

Sylvia Shawcross Out there the freezing rain settles crystals on the high snow and in the trees and dens the animals are warm and dreaming. Inside the people in...

Sylvia Shawcross It was late in the game when I realized I’d forgotten to look at the latest meteor shower. It is something I always like to do to...

Sylvia Shawcross When you grow older it is almost arduous trying to remember what once was. I was trying to remember when it all happened—when did the world I...

Sylvia Shawcross Now, I was reading something about how anybody who questions things as they are is labelled crazy, aka a conspiracy theorist, and the writer likened that craziness...

Sylvia Shawcross “Oh you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why—Santa Klaus is coming to town.” John Frederick Coots and Haven...

Sylvia Shawcross We didn’t go here before did we? Come with me now. It’s a sunny spring day. You could wear a sweater if you like which you might...

Sylvia Shawcross The rains of November are cold but the snows of November are colder. It is said that an entire generation of young men from the Ukraine are...

Sylvia Shawcross In late autumn here in the Northern Hemisphere when the wind picks up it is as if the forests themselves are trembling with impending cold. The mostly...

Sylvia Shawcross There is a kind of dark twisted amusement that strikes me sometimes. I don’t know about you. Oh I know. There is not a dang thing funny...

Sylvia Shawcross Anyways…. I was thinking about history again. I’m thinking maybe “they” are right. The ones who live in a perpetual future and only spend their present tearing...

Sylvia Shawcross The Canada geese are honking now in great swathes in the sky riding currents to where the water will not freeze over and there are bits of...

Sylvia Shawcross Oh, the changing definitions of words we’re being subjected to these days. It boggles the best of minds. Ukrainian refugees are now Ukrainian draft dodgers. Vaccines e.g....

Sylvia Shawcross Okay. The important thing is not to panic. It’s all going to be fine. We of the world may be going down in blazes not of glory...