Monday, February 5, 2018

Why Lake Michigan is Very Clear

Since I wrote The Dynamic Great Lakes, 2001, there have been many changes.  These lakes really are extremely dynamic. 2001, there have been many changes.  These lakes really are extremely dynamic.  Check out the link above.

The Dynamic Great Lakes is available on the Kindle Reader for $9.95.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

At the Aquarium: Moon Fish

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Moon Fish
Quicksilver moon fish
Deep in the dreaming sea
Shining schools

Of silver moon
Fish flash
Turn, stop on a dime
Turn again and splash
Turn again when they see me
round black eyes—small craters stare at me.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Trip to Zimbabwe Africa

Africa Trip  click the link to go to Zimbabwe, Victoria Falls and Riding an elephant.

This was on the Way Back machine when I used to contribute to The Lunar Archives.

Zulu Warriors

serenade us and we take great delight
in their a cappella voices--sweet harmonies
long histories of song resonant with
the sounds of Africa and
their barely suppressed wildness.
Yet they have hung up their weapons
to dance while they sing
not in the village
but the dining room where we
drink South African wine
and eat--there is more on
my plate than I can ever eat.
They sing of lions asleep tonight
but what did these Zulus eat?
And where will they sleep tonight?
Yes I will buy a tape of their songs
to carry home with me...
the very the least I can do.

Riding the Spirit Elephant

Today I rode an elephant--
I always knew I would.
The elephant’s name was Emily
and she carried me and a Zimbabwean man
over the grassy plains.
“We treat the elephants with kindness here”
he said, and I could see it was so.
Emily, sweet and playful, stole
 leaves with her trunk
from an elephant near by
and waved her huge leafy ears.

Her rolling gait carried us over
a tawny sea of grass; her huge
legs kept a steady dream like pace,
testing the stream bottom we crossed
with her great round feet.

Thursday, January 18, 2018


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What we had seen from the plane were the tops of tall temples poking up above the jungle. Now in a mini bus we passed through a countryside where men carried machetes on their way to fields and women carried water jugs on their heads or dried beans on cloths in their yards. Wild turkeys crossed the roads. The minibus stopped at a roadside stand-the driver seemed enchanted by the beautiful girl selling a few snacks-and we were told we could use the bushes if we needed a rest stop.

When we reached Tikal we asked if we could have overnight accommodations for there is more than can be seen in one day. We sat and waited until finally we were told that we could have a room in a jungle lodge. We were lucky. If we had not stayed overnight, we never would have heard the haunting sounds of jungle birds and monkeys that surrounded us after dark. Also, there was to be a full moon, and we wanted to see Tikal 's tall temples in the moonlight.
We joined a group touring the ruins. Tikal is layer upon layer of temple pyramids. The Mayans just kept building on top of former temples. I had a strange feeling as we viewed nine stellae dedicated to the nine underground gods. As we followed our guide we saw that Tikal was once a huge metropolis with broad causeways and squares designed for pageantry on a grand scale.

The square with its great temples on each side is filled with sounds of flocks of parrots, monkeys, toucans and the voices of the Montezuma oro pendula birds. Their woven nests are like an oriole's and their bell like voices echo off the temple walls. The big beautiful birds, lemon yellow and rust, nest in groups around the ruins each year. The temples face north, east and west but never south. Strutting around the temples are wild turkeys that make a deep drumming noise to show off.
As we walked through Tikal, we saw temples that had been excavated and others that were still overgrown with jungle trees, vines and soil. The jungle is filled with trees cultivated by the Maya; kapok, balsa, cork, rubber trees, nut trees, allspice tree used for embalming. Chocolate was considered sacred. Spider monkeys and howler monkeys drop debris down at us from the tree tops.
We wondered at the limestone pyramids carved with masks, the ball courts where life and death games were played, aqueducts, market place, and coliseum. We visited the museum that contains a burial, a tall skeleton surrounded with shells, food jars, jade balls, jade anklets, necklaces. It is the burial found in a pyramid.

Tikal means the voice of the spirits. In the main square, the acoustics are astounding. What spirits are here? We saw carved bones in the museum, a jaguar with a human face, a serpent with a face emerging from a dragonish serpent's mouth. By day we walked carefully through jungle paths following our guide. Poisonous snakes, the fer de lance and coral snakes are found here. We were careful not to step on army ants marching in formation on the jungle floor. We had no guide at night but we decided to walk through the jungle to see the temples in the light of a full moon. The fragrance of night blooming flowers filled the air and a musky smell-was it a jaguar or a fox? Something was near. Maybe the mythical jaguar man. Then through an opening in the jungle, we saw the glorious sight of Tikal's temples splashed with the clear light of a huge moon--the place of spirit voices. We heard them all around us.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Journeys: Lake Effect Snow

Journeys: Lake Effect Snow: Lake Effect Snow The lamp post wears a tall chef's hat juniper branches bow low under deep white weighty snow. Wi...

Monday, January 1, 2018

Lake Effect Snow

Lake Effect Snow

The lamp post wears a tall chef's hat
juniper branches bow low under deep
white weighty snow.

Wind pirouettes, now west, now north
northwest, southeast
in treetops, shakes down waterfalls of snow--
drapes sinuous shapes on eaves
where icy daggers grow.

With still more snow in its maw
the wind moans low.
Frost flowers sparkle my window panes

and still more snow.