Monday, May 11, 2015

Recent UK election

FROM:  Dr. Tom Hubbard, Ph.D (Aberdeen)
               Kirkcaldy, Fife KY1 1PS
Wow! The question is not IF we get independence but WHEN.
More anon.
In contrast, the English election was shite.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015


to Ann Wainwright  (HU17 5NU)

This morning I mounted your gulls above
my barometer-thermometer-humidity-meter
mounted in a north-facing french-window

& typed this. Dayligiht illuminates them. 

(07 APR 15, V V Santa Clara CA)v 5

Monday, March 23, 2015

Not to [0!]

As a volunteer groundsman
in a continuing drought
I'm told to water < 
15->10 min., 6PM+, 2x/wk. 
Just how little will this 
be reduced to? not ->[0!]

(20 MAR 15, VV Santa Clara CA)v5

Tuesday, February 17, 2015



I'm finally learning 
just how essential 
Loving is to Living.

(16 FEB 15, V V Santa Clara CA)v4

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


in CA

We count our drought in years,
rain in days, need in feet.
When it rained regularly 
we didn't appear to, 
but (of course), we did. 
(11 FEB 15, v.v. Santa Clara CA)v6

Monday, January 12, 2015

Friday, January 9, 2015


c'est Charlie Brown
(subliminale: de Gaulle

(09 JAN 15 Santa Clara CA)v9

Monday, December 29, 2014

Carolyn Gregory's prayer for cats

from Carolyn Gregory, Jamaica Plain MA

Bill, I called Peter Bates to let him know about Reggie's death, too.

Here is a poem I wrote a while ago about the "dead cats" I have known and loved. 

So sorry about your loss. 

Poem follows. 


On a spring day, I prayed for a cat
going into decline,
his paws unable to hoist the bones,
even his voice stretched thin.

Then I framed a golden cat
on my wall, focusing imagination
on the grace of a striped animal
prowling the savannah.

I have groomed the long haired Himalayan,
played hide and seek as my red tabby
jumped at my ankles,
full of glee.

No doubt my prayers for cats go deep
in April when the Siamese died twenty years ago
and we buried him in rainy earth.

When I am alone at night,
the cat ghosts come and guard my bed,
their eyes shining green lamps
in the darkness.
I gather them close.

--Carolyn Gregory, published in Bellowing Ark