Robert W. Crawford

The silly chickens huddle in dismay.Each shadow cast by falling leaves they taketo be a hawk descending on its prey.They’re scared, while I’m just resting on my rake.Today’s the stripping day, when in a blinkour postcard fall receives its fatal blow.Some blame the southwest wind. I’d like to . . . . Continue Reading »

The Cretaceous-Tertiary (K-T) boundary is a distinct layer in the rock strata laid down about 65 million years ago. Its creation coincides with the mass extinction of the dinosaurs and it contains high levels of iridium, an element found in asteroids.On top of the food chain, they had few . . . . Continue Reading »

I’m waiting like a child on Christmas Eve,waiting for dawn to show me that the snowis finally here. It’s falling, I believe,but I’ll need more of morning light to know.I’m waiting on the dawn to make the snowreveal itself against the row of pines.I need a minute more of light to knowit’s . . . . Continue Reading »

The mountaineers of Hitler’s 16th corpsstood on Mt. Elbrus and admired the view,confident that peace was near. Case Bluehad gone as planned. In one last blitz they’d tourthe storied Caspian—along its shore,the vital oil of Grozny and Baku.Russia would fall in 1942—the stronger race deserved . . . . Continue Reading »

The last few monks retreat in monasteries, the vigilant in town consult well-thumbed survival guides, and all the caged canaries left in the mines have recently . . . . Continue Reading »

It’s always been Reward the win, Ignore the sin. The conscience sleeps When money keeps Pouring in. . . . . Continue Reading »

An atom’s 99.9% nothing at all. The world’s an empty place. Its solid shapes are objects we invent to give a form to nuclei and space. But these constructions aren’t exactly fake” it hurts when, as a test, we kick a stone; electrons charge across the void and make illusions . . . . Continue Reading »

He walked with me around the grounds, expecting me to give away” by how I sighed at this, or shrugged at that”what I might spend, today , to buy a proper burial plot in his North Derry cemetery. We ended up out in the field where all the new graves were arranged in cul-de-sacs and . . . . Continue Reading »

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No intimations, fables, puppet shows; No need for parables: up there one sees Reality; good books stay on the shelf. But am I ready for this loss? God knows How often I prefer the memories Of love”those things like love”to love itself. . . . . Continue Reading »