The WoodHull Journal

Charles van Heck

“I too am not at home When you are gone

And I am here alone Until you come”

Wendell Berry

Latest Posts


  • The Unspoiled Core

    Art is our response to life. The artist is a person who perceives and desires to transmit to others what they have experienced—to open the eyes of others to what is present and awaiting their (our) awareness. The artist shares… Continue reading

  • On Vulgarity and Profanity

    What does our use of profane and obscene language say about us as individual persons? What does their proliferation and acceptance say about our society? Does it, as some would argue, mean that we are being more honest? Or, as… Continue reading

  • June 6: Dwight Eisenhower and Luke Morrison

    This essay is dedicated to the memory of the men of the 801st TD, including my uncle, Albert Nelson Bunt, and the 99th Infantry. Continue reading

  • A Letter to an Artist Friend

    We live on schedules that are responses to what others impose on us. The peculiar aspect of this is that we do this wearing different personas, masking ourselves as if in Greek plays, alternating between comedy and drama. People judge… Continue reading

  • Living in the Circuit

    There are all too frequent periods in our lives when our priorities cause us to lose sight of nature’s “staid current,” its circuit that we live within. We sense, but do not pause to see, to observe as we rush… Continue reading

  • A Memorial Day Poem

    A Memorial Day Poem Continue reading

  • The Last Full Measure: Decoration Day

    They gaze at us across time. Let their gaze be met by ours. Let us allow our voices to whisper their names in the spring air. Let us pause to ask who they were as individual persons. Are we no… Continue reading

  • The Origins of Memorial Day

    The men, women, and children who arrived at the race track came with shovels and picks. They came to pay tribute to the dead soldiers by giving them proper burials. The names of the dead were unknown to those who… Continue reading

  • A Note to My Readers

    A thank you to my readers. Continue reading

  • The Conversion of Freedom

    Freedom. To be free. What do we mean when we say, “I am a free woman,” or “I am a free man?” On what foundation does our freedom rest? The availability of and the choices we make when purchasing commodities? … Continue reading