"It was if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zig-zagging to show us the true nature of life." When Virginia Woolf wrote this in her essay "The Death of the Moth", she might as well have been writing a blurb for F. J. Seligson's field notes on microcosmic life in his digital chapbook from Half Day Moon Press, Little Creatures of Love (HDMP No. 17). In lieu of any blurb from Woolf, however, is one from poet John Martone calling the work "a natural history of the woods." Its pages are framed by two wonderful cover photographs by Ryan Whyte of bees in all their glory. I leave you now with one of Seligson's poems:
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