The Middle West
A flyover state, Ioway Bahkho-je tribe distant fields of stubbled corn, bull thistle, white tailed deer. “We’re friendly”, insular with tranquil town squares, and backroad diners that say, eat cheap, […]
Book Spine Poetry
Reporter: Why don’t you write the way you talk? Gertrude Stein: Why don’t you read the way I write? What follows are poems I did not write. They are poems
REPOSE
the great wait-er you wait for the kids to get home from school so you can ask about their day, satisfied they’re happy as they were when they left you
Cabin Notes: Election Year, Nov. 2012
A Dispatch from Alaska 1. Drive three hours on steep, snowy, narrow mountain roads. 2. Arrive. Assess the river: old
Turn Toward What You Deeply Love
Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you, as fish out of water hear the waves, or a hunting falcon hears the
The Last Leaf
Today, as I observed the last leaf struggling to hold onto a twig in my yard, a story came to mind; one I read in childhood and never forgot… a
Roadside Culture
As a child of the sixties, I was among the cult followers of Tom Robbins’ first novel, published in 1971, called Another Roadside Attraction. In the novel, we follow
God Told Me
“Pedernal is my favorite mountain,” the famous painter, Georgia O’Keefe, once said. Robb Carter, Ghost Ranch guide “God told me if I painted it often enough, I could have it.” O’Keefe
ALL Land is Sacred
ALL Land is Sacred. The Chama River These words on a bumper sticker in the parking lot of the Institute of American Indian Art in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I
We Have Heaven
I don’t know if it’s family tradition or something elemental that runs in our genes, but my two brothers and I communicate via email often entirely through the lyrics of