Entries by Vern Crawford



(By Vern Crawford, November, 2013.) Memories are rather like the things they never were. People, places, colors, scents–all were similar to our memories. For an instant or a day these memories persist, Even offering recollections of distant decades past. But what is it that preserves our memories, saves them at all? Though they are never […]



(By Vern Crawford, October, 2013, edited March, 2018.) This silky milkweed fluff, With a tiny puff of air, Becomes a weightless drifter: It softly lofts above my hand. Heeding Autumn’s cooler nights and frost, We plush ourselves in fleece, Our arms and backs and bellies Softer now to tender, touchy fingers. Quilted bathroom tissues (The […]


(By Vern Crawford, September, 2013)   This callosal contest Of strength and skill (Or maybe simply single-mindedness) Appears, from a higher perch, to be a tug-of-war. The Left Team pulls against the Right (Or is it the New against the Old?), A Nerdy Team connected by a fibrous cord To the other bunch, a Rowdy Team. […]



(By Vern Crawford, September, 2013)   There are only three ways to go from here: Go back; Stop; or Move On. Yet they say I really can’t Go Back. And I’ve tried Stopping, only to regret it. So, how many choices do I have left? Hmm:  Three, minus one, minus one… Higher math strongly suggests […]


Blog #6: Another Trick, plus 3 Q&A’s

In Blog #5:  We Humans, I offered a “trick” to help us confront our anthropocentrism.  I suggested, when you see or hear the words “we” and “us”, mentally tack on the word “humans”.  If you do this, it becomes starkly clear that most of our attention, most of the time, is locked onto us–us humans–not […]

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Blog #5: We Humans

Way back in 1806 the English poet William Wordsworth observed, in part: “The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!” Let me tell you, Bill, nothing has changed! […]

Twenty-two Blessings

(by Vern Crawford, November, 2013)   May the stars inspire you. May the moon thrill you. May your legs beg to go. May your arms long for work. May your eyes find loveliness in common things. May your home place be comely. May the sea and surf impress you. May birdsong lift your heart. May […]