The Road |
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in yo... Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 07:44:00 GMT |
The Outermost House 1928 |
"We patronize the animals for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate in having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be meas... Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 18:43:00 GMT |
The Grapes of Wrath |
The spring is beautiful in California. Valleys in which the fruit blossoms are fragrant pink and white waters in a shallow sea. Then the first tendrils of the grapes, swelling from t... Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 15:48:00 GMT |
Thank the bees |
Thank the bees. Next time you drink coffee. When cooking artichokes for dinner. As you lick a coconut popsicle. Upon squeezing lime into your Tecate. While rolling a cherry in your mouth or sipp... Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 14:07:00 GMT |
Scientific Publications |
Co-Authored:
DeGrandi-Hoffman, G., Chambers, M., Hooper, J., Schneider, S. 2004. Description of an Intermorph Between a Worker and Queen in African Honey Bees Apis Mellifera sc... Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 15:45:00 GMT |