Postcards: Arctic Netsi

“What, you live in England and don’t know the queen!” exclaimed Rose while I stayed with her in Arctic Netsi (pop. 152). That night when I went outside, “Go soft as a snowfox,” she warned, “or the light-ropes will loop down and get you. Don’t whistle!” she said.


Toadfoot dancing on Maui beach

I don’t care, laugh on

Hula-man, the moon’s so bright!

So, plop! into the pond, yeah

but, man-boots in mud,

what did Basho’s frog think—slurp!?

Marijane Osborn: After pondering my next move while in the Arctic one winter, I left my home in Yorkshire to come to live and teach in California.