You leave the apartment, the air still and hot and humid. Sweat runs in your eyes while your arms are full carrying everything down to the car. But it’s sunny outside and there are birds singing and you breathe in deep. You could use the air conditioning in the car but you don’t. You drive [...]
In my memories of spring paddles, the river and the skies are gray. The trees that line the shore are leafless, but birds sing out loudly. This spring, when we put the canoe in the water it was raining. The first mile of paddling was cold and we wondered what had compelled us. Later, when [...]
I wonder what that ancient Japanese poet would say if he tried walking from my home to the deep north today. There may be no child crying on rainy river banks, but there is a field of rotting tires and a steel post driven needlessly into ancient bedrock like a harpoon in the back of [...]
Forty-six degrees felt cold this morning. I walked Lola down by the lake in shorts and a hooded sweatshirt and alternated hands on the leash to warm the other in my pocket. There was only a little breeze and the sun clear in the sky. It has since traveled across the sky and as I [...]
A chapbook I've published containing my writing alongside the work of some other talented folks.
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