March 15, 2010

Much of Pennsylvania sits atop an ocean of “natural”  gas trapped within a humongous layer of shale.  It is called the Marcellus formation and lies more than a mile below the surface.  To extract such entombed “resources”, big oil will fracture and pulverize the  shale beneath us to free the gas.  This is not popping a bubble, this is boring and exploding tunnels beneath you.

I live in an area called the Back Mountain.  It is upland northwest of a large and populated valley.  The Back Mountain comprises  over 100 square miles and is home to approximately 27,000 humans.  It is a verdant and pastoral quilt of  relatively thriving communities and two small university campuses.  Everything that happens here drains to the Susquehanna River then into the Chesapeake Bay.

Recently, EnCana Corporation was given permission to drill three “exploratory” natural gas wells  here.

There are many disadvantages and dangers associated with this activity.  There is one advantage.  Money.  Gas companies are offering thousands of dollars per acre for landowners to lease their rights over to the drillers.  Then, if there are operating wells on your property you also get a royalty.  In these hard times, it seems a godsend to over taxed and forgotten farmers and  land owners.  I heard of one man who signed a lease because he needed a new roof on his house.  Most do so in ignorance of the real consequences and potential risks.

Here is a partial list of  our concerns: endocrine disruptors,  carcinogens, radioactive mud, hydrocarbons, massive truck traffic, lower property values, higher crime rates,  spills, violations, fish kills, pipelines, spoiled wells, ill neighbors, and on and on it seems to go.

In early February I became involved in a movement to stop (or at least contain) this usery.  We are organizing.   One initiative was to establish a web presence with links to information.  Therefore, I started the blog

This is the reason I am rarely here at qazse.

Thanks, Herb

death class of 2064

January 22, 2010

The DJ

“And now we have a request”

“Here’s a little
Rage, Against, The Machine”

Then starts to croon,on the keyboard:

“Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses…”

as the aids hand out medication.

lyrics:Rage Against the Machine


August 31, 2009


on this late
summer night

call out
stock tips…

as i stroll
with a dog

August 28, 2009

spun in ice –
the cream we stole from the barn
cools our night


early september

August 24, 2009

Crickets cheer from

beyond porch screen,


cigar smoke circles

this old night.


I lay asleep at

grandpa’s feet,


Red Sox winning

three  to one.




August 24, 2009

an occasion

to take three breaths
then count
my blessings

blood flows
from an innocent

lifeless as a bag of shells

the one who seeks worship
is the antihero

the flicker of campfire
now the flicker of screen

this time

April 21, 2009

This time
in this life,

a plateau
to which

I will never


April 16, 2009

Worship is
a waste of time,

something quite barbaric.

Bowing, kneeling,
drinking blood –

metaphysical hysteric.

if bees no more

April 5, 2009






Blueberries and


Cantaloupe and





and Plums



and Pumpkin




Squash and



all no more…