By Ben Macnair Ursa Minor Six months before his final heart attack,my Grandfather stopped to stareat the night sky.His fingers traced the shapes and the outlinesof the Big Dipper, and the Plough,joining the stars that made Orion’s Belt.Sometimes, when walking through the inky blacknessI stare at the stars,who haven’t aged a day,and think of him.Maybe … Continue reading Ursa Minor and Low Tides
Academy of the Heart And Mind 