Sometimes my own writing goes beyond anything I can explain. For instance:

• My Kinisi here at the Barn? Prompts, yes, if you want.
• But firing them into full blast?
• Much less igniting a conflagration?
• We do what we can, each one on the edge.
• I keep shooting what I think are some good ones at you, hoping someone will take it the next step.

Meanwhile, over the years:

• I’ve attempted to walk in the Light daily, though fallen far short.
• Ridden the uprising Spirit.
• Found silent meditation crucial to writing poetry.
• Uncovered 12 generations of my Hodgson ancestors.
• Returned unknowingly to the faith of those ancestors.
• Survived a shrinking profession to reach retirement.
• Sought an incandescent language.
• Still need a champion.
• Never taught creative writing.
• Found literary writing can resemble prayer.
• Am perhaps best known for my Mixmaster approach to poetry and fiction. Or maybe it was my radical history of Dover along with uncovering an alternative Christianity in the Quaker metaphors of Light and Seed
• Prefer a religion that relies on questions more than answers
• Think we’re confused enough, already.
• Store bath towels in a basket.
• Wear reading glasses, more and more.
• Have become uncomfortable around smokers.
• Had hoped to reclaim my social activist witness, after years of journalistic neutrality.

Remember, you can find my works in the digital platform of your choice at Smashwords, the Apple Store, Barnes & Noble’s Nook, Scribd, Sony’s Kobo, and other fine ebook retailers. You can also ask your public library to obtain them.

Unlike many localities, Eastport has a fine newspaper, one that appears twice each month. It covers much of Washington County in Maine and Charlotte County in neighboring New Brunswick, Canada.

You get a good sense of the place from its pages. I can’t say that for many of the newspapers I’ve seen across the country, even when they were big moneymakers.

Living in out-of-the-spotlight localities, I’ve been sensitive to the nuances of each landscape and the people who inhabit there, not that I’ve often found them reflected in mass media outlets.

It’s not just newspapers or, for the most part, TV, though Northern Exposure did create the sense of one, especially with Chris Stevens as the disc jockey on KBHR radio.

I do sense that the lessening of local identity reflects the loss of local economic power centers, largely through corporate buyouts. The pharmacist no longer owns the drug store, nor does the local bank have its own president. The newspaper is part of a chain, as are most hospitals these days. The list goes on.

As I’ve explained, for many years, despite the arcane business structure in which advertising rather than sales of copies provided the bulk of the income, hometown newspapers were cash cows for their owners – who, in turn, paid their reporters and editors minimal wages.

The resulting management practices – reflecting those of surrounding corporate retailers and manufacturers – have put news coverage at risk, endangering both the communities and democracy itself. How will they, like the reporters and editors, survive?

Oh, yes, the big box stores – especially Walmart – rarely bought advertising space in the local paper, even while they squeezed the smaller retailers out of business. I remember one year when an economic downturn put five of our ten largest advertisers out of business.

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Social media posts by amateurs may fill some of the gap, but there’s no substitute for fact-checking and other accuracy. Reporting and writing take time and devotion, not a given when you have a real job and family vying for attention.

And if you’re out there solo, who’s going to back you up when the topic at hand gets nasty? As it does, when corruption seeps in.

Anybody else feeling crushed?