The Gate Grandma was a gruff old bird. When she went to a schoolboard meeting, which wasn't often, they'd be…
The Bell Song between the gaps of living, a bell rings clear—a pulse flows from dirt to acknowledge that things…
Duffy Tries to Find a Way to Open Ocean Through the Longest Ice-in in Ten Years --Twillingate, Newfoundland The moans…
See-ums This year they are the size of permanent marker dots left on the bottom of weather charts tracing the…
The Harvest Moon Calls Us Again Past halfway from equator to northern pole, harvest moon drops so low it bounces…
Buttermilk Falls From this bare outcropping of stone, I watch the giddy river flee its headwaters beneath a canopy of…
Bolivar Ferry As we cross over the water, moon jellies clap the causeway, filmy, phosphorescent, Bolivar a black pearl of…
Elegy for Grit and Gumption A shack with an overhead door, a grimy window, an unspeakable john, and a back…