Our Wild Life Our existence lately has been pretty tame, not much excitement to be found. Sometimes we see a…
The Stuff of Dreams If my mother thought having a Barbie would warp my view of womanhood, she didn't let…
Alluvial 1. What I have is a map of yellow, blue and red squares on streets named Lafayette, Rivard, Hastings.…
Fallen Fruit Osage oranges fall thump in bright green circles deer at dusk will come to forage. Beside the house,…
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…