Pleistocene
Human artifacts poke out of the ice: a thermos of coffee, magazines, a woman’s purse, shoes, a child’s doll: intact after the plane crashed in icy blue mountains circling the […]
Human artifacts poke out of the ice: a thermos of coffee, magazines, a woman’s purse, shoes, a child’s doll: intact after the plane crashed in icy blue mountains circling the […]
No matter how you parse it, I live in a world of black and white a great deal of the time, during the winter season. When the sun doesn’t shine,
Time and time again, I’ve had a recurring dream. I am riding my bike toward a large, Victorian house on a pleasant, tree-lined street. I stop in front of the
Only 2 cents per acre Seward’s folly, “Wal-russia” tent city at the mouth of Ship Creek, 1914 where Quonset huts were first homes, “a half tin can turned on its
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