SELF-PORTRAIT WITH BEES Entering the hive is like falling down a black velvet staircase. Off come the gloves, the hat, the veil. Proudly, I ...

The morning walk uphill in deep, new snow: On which dead honeybees are scattered like sunflower hulls— Upon this field of white that radiate...

10/22/09 A vespid alights on the latex-white puddle of melted vanilla— desperate for October’s stolen flower. —Gerry Gomez Pearlberg

Been reading the great & strange Philip Whalen lately, & encountered this gem on nature's simultaneities, which can best be enjo...

It be the Spring Equinox today, so it's officially time to share this vintage ode to the springtime flowers from which bees forage necta...

Doing a bit of desperately needed office-cleanup today and found this little haiku offering, which I wrote last May: Sunset Park subway: A b...

"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop." — Ovid Thinking today of the bees clustered in their hive encircling ...

Song of the Queen Bee by E.B White New Yorker Magazine 1945 “The breeding of the bee," says a United States Department of Agriculture b...

MY FRIEND JOHN WRITES I'm reading Don Quixote— “In the fissures of rocks and the hollows of trees diligent and clever bees established t...

The flower fell. But that didn't stop the bee.

A friend of my mom's had this to share, and I couldn't resist passing it along... The queen bee was a busy old soul… who had no time...

To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. —Ms. Emily Dick...

This week, the bumblebees have been all over the place; everything that doesn't moan with honeybees buzzes with bumbles. I like the joke...

I think that I shall never see a thing as lovely as a bee. (With apologies to Joyce Kilmer.)