Goodbye to a Native Son

A light has dimmed in the universe. It was a light that shone with gracious comforting warmth yet it was sparked by a lucidity so radiant, so white hot, that it cut laser-like through the intellectual and pseudo-intellectual babblings of science and religion straight...

Crepuscular by Nature

The sun knows the secret. Beginning and end Are the beautiful times. The soft warm And sensual times. Dawning and setting The magic times Of life Of love Of every day. The sky began to brighten. Clouds and dark green mountains played mirror games with the placid lake...

What’s That Buzzin?

“Daddy, daddy, there’s a yellowjacket in the bedroom!” cried Izzy. And somehow, the dusty old synapses fired and I replied, “It’s not a yellow jacket, it’s a fly.” Now, I guess I could have been premature — it wouldn’t have been impossible for it to be a yellowjacket...

A Decade of Birding for the Arts

This past Saturday morning (May 2) more than 20 arts patrons and bird fanciers gathered at 8 a.m. under ominous skies at the Haywood Arts Regional Theatre for the 10th annual (time sure passes when you’re having fun) Birding for the Arts fundraiser. We began, as...

Hats off to Avram and the Activist Spirit

Avram Friedman, executive director of the Canary Coalition, is not afraid to put his money (whatever fine he may have to pay for trespassing) and time (eight hours in Mecklenburg County jail) where his mouth is. According to Associated Press accounts, Avram was the...