Wolves as Poetry

Our neighbor Dick and his dogs Wally and Chester (chockie labs) have seen six wolves within 200 or so yards of our house over the past 10 days. We think the Alberta pack  has pups back in their rendevous area in the swamp west of here– teaching  their newbies to hunt beavers. Wish they’d ask me. I’d show them two beaves  that need to disappear because they keep jamming up the little trout stream. In any event it is nice to have them around, especially since they were here long before man was.  The following poems (pomes/ Poyms/ PO-Ems) reflect wolves and creative life away from cities and a lot of people.

Life, the  Shadow Journey

The wolf walks just inside the

Tree line and does not talk out.

It knows I know it knows that

When I enter there, the rules

Of out here slough away, melt

Like ice under sun. Within

The forest there are unwritten

Unsaid, life rules. You must

Die before you understand

They are there, much less adapt,

To talk wolf to the wolf as a wolf,

To climb up to the light you seek

You must first fall down

Into dark like death so thick

There only to talk wolf to wolf

A journey few undertake

And even fewer complete.

(Alberta,  Ford Village, June 18, 2016)

 

Wolf, Watching

I see him walking out there

In here, his mind makes

Its own path, leaves his pack

To be alone to explore

Shadows that leave no mark,

Pass like clouds, change shape,

Confuse the man’s mind, leave

Him asking am I this or that?

For which no answer exits

Thoughts travel like shadows

Pulling up tracks as they go.

I know he knows the answer

Is here, waiting as the owl waits

To swoop earthward when light comes right.

[Alberta, Ford Village, June 18, 2016]

Poem Thoughts: Tuesday Night Minwaajimo

Tuesday Night Minwaajimo

Here we sit on Indi’n time, (no relation to Greenwich)

In a classroom with two bearskins and an 8-point buck head

Not replicas, genuine taxidermitage the OppSit of avatars and Navstar.

The bulletin board is salmon-flesh-red with munido and dodem signs

Our chairs tan and black, with wheels to make us mobile,

Same as nomadic Anishnaabe, in the old life, when The People moved

From hence to thence and here to there,

From sugar bush to fish camp to hunting camp and back to sugar bush

Moving year-round in a musical chairs cycle.

Guitar picker in the corner but no band in the wings,

Behind us an infirmed microcephalic soul,

Howls with the voice and pitch of a  non-English-speaking seagull

I am grateful to not be on LSD or Jimmy Jones Kool-Aid, or DDT, never mind an LST

Surfing through bullet-riddled surf toward Tarawa, as many Indians did back

In Dubya-Dubya Deux. S’il voux plait, let our own origin story shine through here,

It is the job of poets to tell such Tells and Tales, both the long and the short of them.

We are here gathered here, Scribblers and like ilk, as tight as cats, as varied as the Cast of Cats,

All colors, hues and creeds and deeds,

My brethren are dressed in a plethora of footwear

From combat boots to bowling shoes. One girl has purpled hair

And smooth bronze flesh and I watch her purple dance,

While a poet recites his poem of Ten Cent Beer at a Mexican

Baseball game, losing me in the middle innings,

I was always a starter in my time, and finished my own messes,

Never relieved, not once in years, I am thinking of Nonbinary

Bozos, that new class of  neither AC nor DC,

I think they are mostly declared one way or the other in this tribe,

My mind is not in Mexico or Spain, but  in France

And dancing in The Finale, pronounced Pigalle,

The writers up front argue politely over who shall start and who shall anchor the nite.

(We out here couldn’t care less). And one of them crinkles a full cheap plastic water bottle ,

making it sound like small knuckles cracking, as if  that dreaded Torquemada were here interrogating children, stifling their screams.

These brother-sister are scribblers of the Earnest Earnest clan, Heart-On-Their Sleeves Lodge,

passionate neutrals in all but their own art. The girl with robin egg blue toenails has Matching accessories,( an art in itself, I am told)

Details  all the way down to her soles with paper-thin  color-coordinated flips of flops.

Indi’n women outside the classroom are talking about red clover

Better pick it now, cause there won’t be none in the stores.”

One poet looks like a  leading character from Lillyhammer, same hair, same long face,

but From Iron River, samish-samish as Norway? No matter:  Drink-Fish-Hunt-Do Drugs-Make Whoopie,

you know all that 80s stuff nobody any longer cares about, if they ever did.

Listen to the debate over who goes last last last last as

Poh-ehms, poyms float out at us like daisy-cutters, she says, “I squeezed their lives

Like pulp through a juicer and I love this line from a poem about writing obits for parents.

Entering long-term care homes, such things being like scouting,  you know, “Be Prepared?”

At least three faces in the mass mess from the bulldog countenance clan,

And the hemisemiquasiquaver voices snapping behind me is like old peanut shells

Being opened bare-fingered. Another poem about love spawned by the polar vortex winter

 “A couple years back.” It all reminds me of post-mission gatherings of eagles in the Takhli stag bar,

where bullshit and Salty Dogs reigned and urinals overflowed with the adrenaline from the day’s mission survivors,

all back safely from Downtown, a rare enough occurrence.

The gull boyman’s cadence has the throat-singing  tone of a hypertropic drum cadence

An Indian drum group would find easy to follow, “Let’s all welcome our  fancy dancers.”

The Indian writer with a maple syrup voice says something about someone asking her to

“Write me somethin’, out there, ya know how cousins are? (I don’t)

It’s like church, these gatherings, Et sine Deo in cubiculo,

With talk of  drunken uncles and aunties who wear no panties

And rage against The Man, Whilst dogs bark through open windows

And pickup trucks with broken exhausts howl and roar the streetway.

Warrior marks, the one writer tells us, we have to earn them as we can

And all I can think is IIII  and  I know that’s got to be wrong-minded,

And not her point at all. The path home, she keeps telling us,

Death we call it. people still coming in and out of the room,

And nary a single solo word as they come

And go said, I can tell you,  of Michaelangelo

This whole thing a play, our writerly culture on misdisplay

Do we know the  U.P.’s premier band of Chet and Jenny?

Dude that was 1981 – get Thou on with it. The gull laugh-coughs

Alternately, like switching political parties. This is all great fun

But I need supper sitting down, not standing.  

Miigwech.  Color us outta here, it’s cluckmeat for supper.

June 14, 2016, Written on the Occasion of the Authors’ reading for the Michigan Authors’ collection,

at the KBOCC Wabanung Campus,L’Anse, Michigan. This is the Second Annual Gathering, and it Needs

A Better Name.

 

Woodticking on Joe Roads

Past few days, batting about (woodticking) in the boonies. Some random photos follow.

Cecropia Moth on  birdeye maple back scratcher.
Cecropia Moth on birdeye maple back scratcher.
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Too much trick or treating.
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March Brown spinners
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Power Line Sunset
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Lupines
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Michigammee Rock Ledges
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Forget-Me-Not beaver pond, the best of all worlds.
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Beaver stump.
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brook trout water — cover…
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Beavers sometimes do not kill trees. Second growth.
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FMNs and Columbine (and too much sun for photographs)
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Scenic
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Beaving Leavings
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Moose Marsh in the Hurons
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Painted Turtle Deposting Eggs in the Hurons.
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A Pond With No Name
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Shakspere On The Run
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Poor Rock Pile, Mohawk
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Jambe Longue and Rootie, Mining Women
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Mining Ruins
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Smelling the Lilacs on Bumbletown Hill
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On the site of Lute Babcat’s cabin — Bumbletown Hill
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Razzie (Purple Finch)
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Rosie (Rosebreasted Grosbeak)
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Writer’s Desk Overlooking Hummingbird Farm
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Syl’s Cafe, Ontonagon, great breakfast spot.
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Wildcats
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Hairy Woodpecker
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Home Camo Bruce Crossing
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Menges Creek Road
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Needs to come out of the closet.
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Jacob’s Buck

Writerly Think

MTU FORD CAMPUS, ALBERTA VILLAGE, BARAGASTAN– Sunday June 6, 2016:  I am reading essays from Living With Shakespeare (Viking, 2013). In it, David Farr quotes in “The Sea Change,” lines for the character Antipholus of Syracuse (from The Comedy of Errors):

I to the world am a drop of water

That in the ocean seeks another drip

Who, falling there to find his fellow forth

Unseen, inquisitive – confounds himself.

 I read this over coffee as the rain pounds down. Moments ago an obviously pregnant doe paddled slowly along the lip of the shallow gully beside the house. Perhaps she slept in the long grass last night, hoping wind would keep the bugs off her, or perhaps she is looking for a suitable place to drop a scentless fawn. My attention is not on the animal. Instead I am thinking raindrops fall alone to disappear into the ground or in some cases to find other drops from which they form or swell existing liquid creatures which can wreak havoc until the creature’s natural life is spent (think of Houston recently, or Paris).

Farr is a playwright, screenwriter and a director at the Royal Shakespeare Company. He writes of the words of Antipholus, “This wistfully fluid elasticity of self is a great challenge for an actor. To contain at one moment oceans of passion, at the next to feel as tiny as a single drop, to sense the hugeness of fate and destiny to be both agent and nothingness, this is at the heart the challenge of Shakespearean comic acting.” He concludes, “No one in Shakespearean comedy knows who the hell they are. All are in a constant state of becoming. And the performers need this liquid lightness, their unknowability, this strange magic.”

Fiction writers, (my brothers and sisters of the scribbling craft), like directors, share this state of searching and becoming in all the characters we noodle into life, but whereas action and change must be quite rapid within the confines of a play. The playwright can jump forward or backwards a hundred years between scenes but ultimately is limited to about two hours to get done what needs to get done.  

Fiction is more forgiving and more life-like, especially in a series where the author can long-game the table and expose (reveal?) character change gradually, over three or four books of a hundred thousand words each. In a series you write each book in the context of that book’s theme/subject, but with a critical eye on the span of life and change for recurring characters. Seldom do characters act or change as authors expect at the beginning of the series and this is in great part because life itself brings change to the author as the series begins to take form.

It makes one wonder – if one accepts we are “made in God’s image,” – if God (whatever name you prefer) feels change as he/she/it looks at how the characters God created are changing or have changed, or how much he/she/it wished they had changed. I have no answers here, only questions.

Human beings are actors in life’s drama. We all change, some of us consciously, some unconsciously, some of us dramatically and some of us in small measures. But all of us create narratives of ourselves that are most often not visible to our fellow actors, and which may or may not coincide with the facts we use in that narrative. This is why autobiography is sometimes considered so much fiction – under another name – and often not reality as it was, but as it is wished for – an exercise in wishful thinking.

Life is messy, chaotic, unpredictable and cruel (though chance has no emotion; it is only a cold-blooded extension of mathy concepts).  A grizzly kills a human to protect territory or for food and without emotion as we know it. The victim is no more than a messy result of chance and crappy location.

Shakespeare’s characters are us. They may dress and talk differently, but their inner lives are ours and one of the things that made Shakespeare great was that he was the first writer to truly express the minutae of the inner life of the characters he created.As his career went on his characters became more and more complex and we got to see and feel more and more of their heretofore secret inner lives.

We writers of today, all of us, are products of all who went before us and all of us are inheritors of Shakespeare’s way of doing things with his pen.

Consider this line from a short story I call “Out Here Your Name is Different.” In Shakespeare (often women, sometimes men) change their names for various purposes (ironically such changes happen in pastoral settings), often in a forest, which seems to me a symbol for outside the mainstream. My mind took this nugget of thought and began to assert mull-mode and I found myself thinking of my air force days and how we gave nicknames to each other, and how these names often replaced the names we used back in our home-base lives.

These nicknames existed only out there where they are both relevant and earned. I recall, for example, Hump, Zorro, Goose, Bear, Baby Huey, Mighty Mouse, and while I can remember these men I can hardly remember the real names of most others. It’s like we go into an artificial world and recreate something for only in that world, then shed it like a stinky uniform when we’re finished with it.

As I was thinking these thoughts a character came to me—not visually, just a voice, which is often how my characters come to me – and I hear this male voice telling someone, “Your name from out there means shit out here till you have a name of here for here. And when or if you finally leave this shit place here, for there, you’re here-name stays here because here-names won’t do out where there-names become their own here-names, copy?”

The short story will grow from this nugget of voice. Sometime over the summer, I’ll sit down one morning and let the voice carry on and reveal the story behind it. Now that I have the voice written down, I don’t worry about losing it. One reading later will put me right back into whatever it is going to become. Got two short story nuggets this morning, both from the Shakespeare essays.

Easy-peasy. This is not a job, it’s a way of life.

I read once that at the time of Shakespeare the English nation was yet struggling to emerge from barbarity. Tomorrow I’ll mosey down to  the courthouse in Crystal Falls to a hearing for a female murderer, who may or may not be a serial killer. Not sure yet what will come of my attention, a book alone or something for the series, but we shall see.  Here we are 400 years after Shakespeare, yet struggling to emerge from barbarity.

Over.

Year’s Reading List, Through June 1, 2016

1.N.Wilson. The Elizabethans. (2011) [NF]

2. Penelope Lively. Dancing Fish and Ammonites. (2013) [NF]

3.Charlie Lovett. The Bookman’s Tale. (2013)

4.John Colville. The Fringes of Power. 10 Downing Street Diaries, 1939-1955. (1985) [NF]

5.William H. Gass. Finding A Form. (1997) [NF]

6.Charles Clement Walker. John Heminge and Henry Condell Friends and Fello-Actors of Shakespeare and What the World Owes. (1896/2015) [NF]

7.Stephen E. Ambrose. The Victors: Eisenhower and His Boys: The Men of World War II. (1998) [NF]

8.Stephen E. Ambrose. The Wild Blue: The Men and Boys Who Flew the B-24s Over Germany. (2001) [NF]

9.Stephen E. Ambrose. Citizen Soldiers; The U.S. Army from the Normandy Beaches to the Bulge to the Surrender of Germany; June 7,1944- May 7, 1945. (1997) [NF]

10.Raymond Coppinger and Mark Feinstein. How Dogs Work. (2015) [NF]

11.Ralph Steadman. A Triography: The Balletic Art of Gavin Twinge. (2002)\

12.Randolph S.Churchill. Winston S. Churchill, Youth,1874-190 (1966) [NF

13.Kenneth Tynan. He That Plays The King: A View of the Theatre.(1950) [NF]

14.Kenneth Tynan. The Sound of Two Hands Clapping. (1975) [NF]

15.Kenneth Tynan. Profiles. (1989) [NF]

16.Kathleen Tynan, Ed. Kenneth Tynan: Letters. (1994) [NF]

17.Walter Raleigh. Johnson on Shakespeare: Essays and Notes, Selected, And Set Forth. (1765/1908) [NF]

18.George Lakoff and Mark Johnson. Metaphors We Live By. (1980/2003) [NF]

19.Alex Danchev and Daniel Todman. WAR DIARIES: 1939-1945 Field Marshal Lord Alanbrooke.(2002) [NF]

20.Eric Rasmussen. The Shakespeare Theft: In Search of the First Folios (2011) [NF]

21.John Lahr, Ed. The Diaries of Kenneth Tynan. (2001) [NF]

22.Robert Harris. Dictator. (2016)

23.William Manchester and Paul Reid. The Last Lion: Winston Spencer Churchill, Defender of the Realm, 1940-1965 (2013) [NF]

24.Clark Davis. It Starts With Trouble: William Goyen and the Life of Writing.(2015) [NF]

25.Phillip DePoy. The Tao and the Bard: A Conversation. (2013) [NF]

26.Maria Konnikova. Master-Mind: How To Think Like Sherlock Holmes. (2013) [NF]

27.Mary Beard. P.O.R: A History of Anxient Rome (2015) [NF]

28.Jan Jarboe Russell. The Train To Crystal City (2015) [NF]

29.Gary Wills. Make Make-Believe Real: Politics as Theater in Shakespeare’s World (2014) [NF]

30.Thomas Babington Macaule. Lays of Ancient War. (2016/1842) [NF]

31.Vaclav Havel. The Memorandum. (1965) [PLAY]

32.Tom Stoppard. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. (1967) [PLAY

33.Bio Notes/ A, Spiers, Preface/ M. Montagu. (Francis) Bacon’s Essays. (1884) [NF]

34.Tobias Wolf. In Pharoah’s Army; Memories of the Lost War. (1994) [NF]

 35.Logan Pearsall Smith. Unforgotten Years (1938) [NF]

36.David Searcy. Share and Wonder Essays. (2016) [NF]

37.Fiona Peters, Rebecca Stewart, Eds. Antiheroes (2010/2016) [NF]

38.Maria Konnikova. The Confidence Game. Why We Fall For It…Every Time. (2016) [NF]

39.Garry Wills. Making Make-Believe Real; Politics as Theater in Shakespeare’s Time. (2014) [NF]

40.Reza Aslan. Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth. (2014) [NF]

41.Elizabeth Kolbert. The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History. (2014) [NF

42.Machu Kaku. The Future of the Mind; The Scientific Quest to Understand, Enhance, and Empower the Mind. (2014) [NF]

43.William Shakespeare. Henry IV, Part Two. [PLAY)

44.Phillips Oppenheim. The Pool of Memories. (1941) [NF]

45.Page Stegner, Ed. The Selected Letters of Wallace Stegner. (2007) [NF]

46.David Hajdu. The Ten-Cent Plague: The Great Comic-Book Scare and How It Changed America. (2008) [NF]

47.Bob Hicok. Elegy Owed. (2013) [P]

48.Jane Hirshfield. Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry, Essays by Jane Hirshfield. (1998) [NF-Essays]

49.Payne Collier & Thomas Heywood. The Dramatic Works Of Thomas Heywood With A Life of the Poet, And Remarks On His Writings, Vol 1: The First And Second Parts Of The Fair Maid Of The West: Or, A Girl Worth Gold. Two Comedies. (1850) [NF & Drama]

50.Wallace Stevens. The Necessary Angel; Essays on Reality and Imagination. (1942) [NF]

51.Lawrence Durrell. Bitter Lemons (Of Cyprus). (1957) [NF]

52.John McIntyre, Ed. Memorable Days: The Selected Letters of James Salter and Robert Phelps. (2010) [NF]

53.George Steiner. Language & Silence: Essays on Language, Literature, and the Inhuman. (1970) [NF Essays]

54.Louis-Ferdinand Celine. Castle To Castle. (1968)

55.Joseph O’Brien, Ed. Eyes That Pour Forth and Other Stories. (2014) [SS]

56.Willie Morris. James Jones;A Friendship. (1978) [NF]

57.Tom Stanton. Terror in the City of Champions;Murder, Baseball, And The Secret Society That Shocked Depression-Era Detroit. Lyons Press,. (2016) [NF]

58.Wallace Stegner. On Teaching and Writing Fiction. (2002) [NF

59.Michael Delp. Lying in the River’s Dark Bed: The Confluence of The Deadman and the Mad Angler. (2016) [Poetry]

60.M. Forster. Aspects of the Novel. (1927) [NF]

61.David Fraser. Wars and Shadows: Memoirs of General Sir David Fraser. (2002) [NF]

62.James Wood. The Nearest Thing To Life. (2015) [NF]

63.David Foster Wallace. Consider The Lobster And Other Essays. (2007) [NF]

64. George Orwell. A Collection of Essays. (1981) [NF]

65.L. Austin. Philosophical Papers. (3rd Ed) (1979) [NF]

66.Nathalie Babe, Ed. Cynthia Ozick, Intro. The Complete Works of Isaac Babel.(2005)

67.[NFL.Austin. How To Do Things With Words. (1955) [NF]

68.Ann Powers. Weird Like Us: My Bohemian America. (2000) [NF]

69.Andy Saunders. Battle of Britain: July to October 1940: RAF Operations Manual. (2015 [NF]

70.Natalie Angier. The Canon. (2007) [NF]

71.Neal Stephenson. Some Remarks: Essays and Other Writing. (2012) [NF]

72.Kevin Wolf. The Homeplace (2016) [ARC for blurb)

73.Albert Camus. The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays. (1955) [NF]

74.O. Scott. Better Living Through Criticism: How To Think About Art, Pleasure, Beauty, and Truth. (2016) [NF]

75. John LeCarre. A Murder of Quality. (1962) 

76. Tim Clayton and Phil Craig. Finest Hour: The Battle of Britain. (1999) [NF]

77. Christopher Bergstrom. The Battle of Britain: An Epic Conflict Revisited. (2014) [NF]

78. Richard Hough and Denis Richards. The Battle of Britain: The Greatest Air Battle of World War II. (1989) [NF]

79. The National Trust. Chartwell. (1992) [NF]

80. Tom Hickham. Churchill’s Bodyguard. The Authorised Biography of Walter H. Thompson. (2005) [NF]

81. William F. and Elizabeth S. Friedman. The Shakesperian Ciphers Examined. (1957) [NF]

82. Andy Saunders. Aircraft Salvage in the Battle of Britain and the Blitz. (2014) [NF]

83. Jane Gallop. The Deaths of The Author. Reading and Writing in Time. (2011)

84. J.L. Austin. How To Do Things With Words.(1955) [NF]

85. Ray Bradbury. Bradbury Speaks: Too Soon From the Cave, Too Far From the Stars. (2006) [NF]

86.Wayne C. Booth. The Rhetoric of Fiction. (1983) [NF]

87. Lilly Fischer Hellmann. Jumpcut. (2016)

88. Peter Turchi. Maps of the Imagination:The Writer As Cartographer. (2004) [NF]

89. Andy Saunders. Luftwaffe Bombers in the Blitz 1940-1941.(2015) [NF]

90. David Richarde. The Yellow Dog River: Magical Dialog of a Woodland Stream. (1997)

91. William Grange. Hitler Laughing: Comedy in The Third Reich. (2006) [NF]

92. Stephen Marche. How Shakespeare Changed Everything. (2012) [NF}

93. Roy Porter. London: A Social History. (1994) [NF}

94. E. Foley and B. Coates. Shakespeare- Basics for Grown-Ups: Everything You Need to Know About the Bard. (2014) [NF]

95. F.E. Halliday. A Shakespeare Companion. (1964) [NF]

96. Jacopo Della Quercia. License to Quill. (2015) [F]

97. Andy Saunders. Finding the Foe: Outstanding Luftwaffe Mysteries of the Battle of Britain and Beyond Investigated and Solved. (2010)

98. Rebecca Rovit. The Jewish Kulturbund Theater Company in Nazi Berlin. (2012)

99. John London, Ed. Theater Under the Nazis. (2000)

100. John Harris and Richard Wilbourn. Rudolf Hess: A New Technical Analysis of the Hess Flight, May 1941. (2014)

101. John Stow. A Survey of London. (1598) [NF]

102. Donovan Bixley. Much Ado About Shakespeare. (2015) [Lit Picture Book]

103. Ann Stalcup. On The Home Front: Growing Up in Wartime England. (1998) [NF]

104. Peter De Jong. Dornier Do 24 Units. (2015) [NF]

105. Pauline Kiernan. Filthy Shakespeare: Shakespeare’s Most Outrageous Sexual Puns. (2008) [NF]

106. Andy Saunders. Arrival of Eagles: Luftwaffe Landings in Britain 1939-1945. (2014) [NF]

107. Maureen Walker. A Family in Wartime: How the Second World War Shape the Lives of a Generation. (2012) [NF]

108. Lynn Picknett, Clive Prince and Stephen Prior. Double Standard: The Rudolph Hess Cover-Up. (2002) [NF]

109. Trout Lake Women’s Club. Tales & Trails of Tro-La-Oz-Ken. (1976) [NF]

110. Seamus Heaney. Beowolf: A New Verse Translation. Bilingual Ed. (2000) [NF]

111. Paul French. Midnight in Peking. (2013) [NF]

112. John Le Carre. Absolute Brothers (2003)

113. Michael A. McDonnell. Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America. (2015) [NF]

114. John Le Carre. A Small Town in Germany. (1968)

115. Erich Maria Remarque. All Quiet on The Western Front. (1929)

116. Stanley Wells. William Shakespeare: A Very Short Introduction. (2015) [NF]

117. James Welch. Winter in the Blood. (1974)

118. John Le Carre. The Little Drummer Girl. (1983)

119. John Le Carre. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy (1974)

120).John Le Carre. Smiley’s People (1979)

121.Thomas A. Kempis. Of The Immitation of Christ: Four Books. (1890) [NF]

122. Frontis Lost. Book of Psalms (1892) [NF]

123. John Le Carre . Our Game (1995)

124. John LeCarre. The Little Drummer Girl (1983)

125. Earl L. Doyle and Ruth B. MacFarlane. The History of Pequaming. (1998)

126. Charles Olson. Selected Writings. (1950-1966) [NF]

127. Henry Kisor. Tracking the Beast. (2016)

128. Virginia Woolf. Orlando. (1928)

129. John Burdett. Bangkok Tattoo. (2005)

130. Jane Hirshfield. Nine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry. Essays. (1998) [NF]

131. Tom Carr. Blood on The Mitten. (2016) [NF, ARC for Blurb)

132. Peter Pouncey. Rules For Old Men Waiting. (2005)

133. D. Nichol Smith. Eighteenth Century Essays on Shakespeare. (1903)

134. William Shakespeare. JHP Pafford, Ed.  The Winters Tale. (1607/1963) [PLAY]

135. Joseph Heywood. Ice Hunter. (2001)