Brian Kenneth Swain

In which our hero waxes perambular amid early spring woods.   A cool and blustery March afternoon along the reaches of the Kennebec, and Jeremiah is out, as he is most days, wandering without purpose or direction the black bark forest that lines the northern bank and ensconces his hand-wrought cabin. Deep into his seventh decade, Jeremiah stops frequently, to stretch deserving limbs beneath venerable oak. It is early yet for new bud growth and he leans heavily back, gazing upward through branches glassy and moist. Awash in the inspiration of sky and wood, Jeremiah speaks words into the sky where they dance and cavort to become poems and songs. He watches them fly and takes delight in the bright music of breeze soughing through ...

Just a bit outside Norwich in the east of England, Sarah lives in a tiny thatch-roof cottage on the gentle green banks of the chalk River Wensum.   Mayflies cavort upon the water, delight for brown trout. Otter and kingfisher contemplate one another but have little to say, while whorl snail and white-clawed crayfish conspire in the chilly mud below.   Behind Sarah’s cottage, a small garden mostly tends itself. She sits there each evening, delighting in the acrobatics of swallows, the silent creep of the vole, the lumbering waddle of the badger.   With the cottage and the garden and the wandering Wensum, Sarah needs nothing more. And as the evening sun sets beyond the unkempt hedge, its last sliver of light fallen from ...

  November 7, 1933—The following account was reconstructed by the author, principally utilizing diary entries included in the estate of Mister Charles Priestly, formerly of 124A West 4th St., New York City. Mr. Priestly served in the 9th New York Infantry Regiment during the Civil War, and upon the war’s completion joined Empire City Casualty Corporation, where he worked in various capacities from 1866 -1883, his final position being that of Vice President of Finance. The final portion of the account is derived from hand-written notes and other related documents found with Mr. Priestly’s remains upon their discovery in the New York caisson of the Brooklyn Bridge earlier this year. Mr. Priestly’s wife Emily survived her ...

Once upon an estuary herons flew in graceful arcs that drew great threads of sunlight through a sky so blue it almost hurt the eyes. I used to go there long ago when afternoons went on forever. Then we moved to someplace where the water only used to be. So now it’s wren and thrush and while I can’t quite call it majesty, still there’s a simple wonder makes it worth a moment in the window. There’s one—the wren— who comes back to her nest each spring and tidies things. And while I do not know if harbinger’s the best word for a humble wren, I nonetheless feel that it’s something she might rather like to be.   May 8, ...

When UTSA football head coach Jeff Traylor first showed up for work on December 9, 2019, the team was just coming off a combined record of 7 and 17 for the preceding two seasons. The task at hand was clearly a challenging one. Still, if you’d asked Coach Traylor at that time what he felt were the odds of the team finishing the season two years later at 12 and 2 and winning the Conference USA championship trophy, even he might have been a bit doubtful about that enormous of a turnaround, and Coach Traylor is a pretty optimistic guy. Still, it can’t have come as a complete surprise, given the already remarkable results of the previous season. “I was grateful as can be for the seven wins we got in my first full season with the team,” ...

Sometime late last summer I was listening to a radio interview and they happened to mention an organization here in the Alamo City known as the San Antonio Mastersingers. I had never heard of such a thing, but I decided to check it out. I had done a bit of choral singing way back in my high school days and in more recent years spent time occasionally playing my guitar and singing for my dogs. As luck would have it, auditions for the fall season were just getting going around the time I heard the radio piece and so I gave it a shot. A few weeks later I was the newest member of the baritone section, one of the 120 or so singers who make up the group. During the audition, and in the weeks of rehearsal that followed, I had the distinct ...

We’ve written about many nonprofits in these pages—everything from home renovators to military working dogs to golf tournaments for cancer research funding. But one thing we have most decidedly never done is present a charity that was started by a brothel owner. But, because we’re all about breaking barriers, that is precisely where we are headed this month. Specifically, our story is about a San Antonio organization called Providence Place, led by Dr. Judith Bell; and yes, the organization was started way back in 1895 by none other than brothel owner Madame Mary Volino, a woman who, after several years of what one imagines was a successful commercial venture, happened to overhear the words of a street preacher and decided on the ...

USAF Brigadier General Caroline Miller Commander, Joint Base San Antonio/502nd Air Base Wing In past articles, I’ve mentioned that my very first trip from my Maine home was to Lackland Air Force Base for USAF basic training way back in . . . well, a long time ago. And now, after decades of traveling the globe for work and leisure, I’ve found myself right back here, calling San Antonio my home. Turns out, though, that I’m not the only person with that sort of circular life story. USAF Brigadier General Caroline Miller tells a similar story, except that in her case it was her parents who got married back in the mid-sixties at the Lackland AFB chapel. Now, all these years later, she is back in the Alamo City in command of the 502nd Air ...