Bryan's Posts About Being Human

A Poem for Earth Day

April is the carnal month.
The forest returns with cold, wet desire.

Hillary and Me

Hillary Clinton’s Secret Service agents were on to me. I knew it the moment one of them began talking into a microphone hidden in his sleeve. As I maneuvered through a crowd toward Hillary, two agents advanced on me. “If you don’t leave now,” one of them, the tall one, the scary one, said politely, “we’ll take you out of here.”

Bob Spear (1920-2014)

CONSIDER EVERYTHING YOU KNOW about the past half-century of birdwatching in Vermont. Long before your field guides and checklists, before bird apps and atlases, before nature centers and eBird, before VINS and VCE, there was Bob Spear. On the long, green path of…

DSA Update No. 4: Gomphicide

PICK ANY SCENE FROM THE DRAMA OF LIFE ON EARTH: birth, growth, courtship, sex, subterfuge, betrayal, murder. Find them all expressed in the lives of dragonflies. Shakespeare could write the script on these predators.

War and Climate and Us

War and Climate and Us Required reading in The Times from Roy Scranton, a soldier, author and philosopher. In this gripping essay about war, climate and humanity is our future – a fate with scarce shelter in the Anthropocene. Scraton writes: Now, when…

Won’t Write for Food

By Bryan on October 28, 2013. Two worthy dispatches from the writing life: In Saturday’s New York Times, Tim Kreider, in Slaves of the Internet, Unite!, lampoons editors and publishers who ask writers to work for nothing. What Kreider missed was that this…

Hub Vogelmann (1928-2013)

Although the word conservation suits the laws of physics and the prevention of waste, its highest calling is in the preservation of nature. Conservation is now synonymous with the protection of life outdoors. Yet a protector is now gone. Legendary…

A Poem About Death

On Dying Let me die of apple crisp. – Bryan Pfeiffer

“It’s Not About The Nail”

If you were in woods or wetlands all summer, as I was, and are among the one-percenters who missed this:

John Wires (1922-2013)

Saying goodbye to John Wires a week ago was unlike any other farewell we had shared for the better part of three decades. Even our outing that humid evening was unusual. John didn’t usually go for ice cream. But when…

Our Bottles Ourselves

By Bryan Pfeiffer Bobby Martino’s office is a menagerie of empties: sticky bottles, clacking cans and the aroma of stale beer. Here in the bottle room of M&M Beverage and Redemption Center in Barre Town, stale beer is the least…

Killing My Kindle

By Bryan Pfeiffer (for Vermont Public Radio) Downtown Montpelier is lucky enough to have three independent bookstores, a pleasing blend of creaky wooden floors, informed employees, hand-made signs, and a wise selection of titles. Not long ago, Ruth and I…