No Birds Sing – A Fable for All Time

The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. John Keats (La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819) By P.C. Zick – @PCZick Imagine a world where the birds no longer sing from the treetops; imagine a world where the trees no longer tower above our heads; imagine a world where life is death.

Jack Hunter – An Ace of a Man

By P.C. Zick – @PCZick Today marks the third anniversary of my dear friend Jack Hunter’s  death. But he’s as much with me today as he was during the few brief years we knew one another. It started when I was a Hospice volunteer for his wife who was in the final stages of Alzheimer’s.