Author Archives: Pam Clements

An Absence of Owls

Posted on April 7, 2022 by Pam Clements

( I have, since writing this piece, indeed heard owls at the camp.) The old campground, once a girls’ camp, now a retreat center, is the only inhabited site on a pristine Adirondack lake. Wildlife abounds. In my seven years … Continue reading →

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On Aging

Posted on April 7, 2022 by Pam Clements

“Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave.”    Dorothy Parker

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What the Spider Said

Posted on April 6, 2022 by Pam Clements

What the Spider Said   I sing my own song gargle gossamer into being.   My webs brush your leg when you least expect me.   I signify neglect hidden, forgotten corners.   The universe is made of patterns. I … Continue reading →

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On Ignorance

Posted on April 6, 2022 by Pam Clements

“There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there has always been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy … Continue reading →

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On Education

Posted on April 6, 2022 by Pam Clements

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” William Butler Yeats

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