July 26, 2013

July 26, 2013

I drove to Farmer B.’s last night. We ate grilled chicken, grilled zucchini, salad and blackberry cobbler. We harvested cucumbers, blackberries and bags of fresh kale. We drank Stag beers on the pergola and watched the frenzied hummingbirds going for the feeders at sundown.

And then rose a magic moon, over the forest to the east, pear-shaped, and fire orange, then higher and turning color to Luna moth-pale yellow green. And insects tuned up for moonrise music.

Small wonder that Mesoamericans, under such a moon as this, felt gods.


About Eugene Jones Baldwin

I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play. I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website) I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
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