ESSAY – OCTOBER 2008 By Joshua Bodwell “My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane” … Continue reading →

ESSAY – SEPTEMBER 2008 By Joshua Bodwell “How could I explain to him except right now, here, that being absent made no difference to being present.” from “The Shepard Didn’t Want to Be Buried Now” by David Mason Heminway. Late … Continue reading →

ESSAY – AUGUST 2008 By Joshua Bodwel “Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men’s blood.” —Daniel Burnham For a short time after graduating from high school, I languished. During the summers that I turned nineteen and … Continue reading →

ESSAY – JULY 2008 By Joshua Bodwel “It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was … Continue reading →

ESSAY – JUNE 2008 By Joshua Bodwell “Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.” Antoine de Saint-Exupér. A few weeks ago, I arrived home from my third trip to work as writer-in-residence at a boy’s … Continue reading →

ESSAY – APRIL 2008 By Joshua Bodwell “Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.” Rene Magritte. I suppose it could be said that I was engaged in artistic pursuits before I had even tasted the first … Continue reading →

ESSAY – MARCH 2008 By Joshua Bodwell Photography Darren Setlow “Cig Harvey in Rockport Winter is waiting. Winter is beds piled high with thick comforters and quiet nights under rooftops bowed by blankets of snow. It is reading a book … Continue reading →

ESSAY – JAN/FEB 2008 By Joshua Bodwel “We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell In the winters of my youth, my brother … Continue reading →

ESSAY – JUNE 2007 By Joshua Bodwell “Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.” Ernest Hemingway The arrival of June carries with it that slow swing toward summer. … Continue reading →

ESSAY – July 2007 By Joshua Bodwell “It was like a metaphor that stood for something else.” Richard Ford We are alive. Every July it seems there is a weekend morning when I awake and feel utterly aware that I … Continue reading →