Too Late?
Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, […]
come walk
You know how I like barbed wire
You know how I like barbed wire, how it twists Around old wood How fenceposts lean; how I like to find a good place To sit down on
Side roads: Marquette, Michigan
house on Front Street, North Side Roads we could rent a sailboat, coast smooth stone beaches gorge on walleye cakes, whitefish in the soft shell. we could stop at a
Go Where The Trail Takes You
Cabin near Gunsight Mountain The author-illustrator, Tomi Ungerer said, name your destiny’s destination. We didn’t have a specific Point B on our ride across the tundra on the backs of
Snowshoe
Eighteen inches of new evidence, snow Come, walk with me said the river Walk into my world of monochrome black and white, slow the day is short and deep
Walking Home
Deer Dancer by M.R. Chochita Today on my morning outing, I made a concentrated effort to walk slowly and pay attention to my footfalls, breathing in…heel to toe, breathing out…stepping
March River Walk
I walk the river discovering a new direction where cutbanks have sloughed off and bending trees lean with a weary creak meltwater seeps up, whirlpools suck down and everything is