Denis & Margie Haack continue to write at Critique-Letters
Poetry: A Constellation
Faithfully shining this fam’ly of stars Patiently pointing in radiant song Wheeling in motion to music they sing The love in the law of…
Denis & Margie Haack continue to write at Critique-Letters
Faithfully shining this fam’ly of stars Patiently pointing in radiant song Wheeling in motion to music they sing The love in the law of…
The sky held a smokelike hue as the simmering substance of fire began to arise, sculpting away vagueness, uncloaking ambiguities, gathering the world to…
Reading the Word: Musing on the physical Some natural beauty is quiet and surprising, like the tiny flower with delicate white petals and bright yellow…
Honeysuckle died last night and today we buried her under the magnolia tree. She was Anita's eight-year-old beloved angora rabbit, a creature who delighted…
This displaced little visitor is doomed. I am used to moths that occasionally hatch out of the aging flours and grains of my pantry,…
I open the silverware drawer and notice little black grains and wonder who dropped dirt among the forks. Bits of bacon? Wild rice? Not…
My pole beans. I give up.
This past Sunday (in 2013) Margie and I wandered through five acres of woods with our good friend, Joe Schwen, organic farmer extraordinaire. The…