Anne Goldman, Professor of English, has published an essay in The Georgia Review
“Aria for Insects” offers an elegy for creatures so small we typically take notice of them only when they are absent. The piece juxtaposes the downward slide of insect populations with the dawning recognition that our own powers are limited.
You can read more of Professor Goldman's work at https://www.annegoldmanwriter.com/.
'"Butterfly-colored dresses flitting. Stiff black jackets milling on the flagstone and shimmering under the sun. Dry air, green hillsides. Mountains run the length and breadth of this open country. On one side, the flanks of the Sangre de Cristos rush down to meet the narrow road that winds toward the theater. On another, flattened by nearby pines, the Jemez range spells the horizon. The sky is full of its usual summer drama and on this night given over to Mozart’s music my daughter and I are full of expectation, she barely twenty-seven and me on the cusp of sixty. It is seasonably hot but not scorching and winter feels as far away as Mozart’s era. Even the grief over the unspooling of seasons we all hold in our ribcages seems amenable to absorption, no more than a drop in barometric pressure." -Anne Goldman, "Aria for Insects"