Monthly Archive: December 2015

I was driving along a rutted dirt road on the far side of the river, through a landscape of scruffy pastures and second-growth woods. I saw a sign that said “Poetry Trail.” This was...

Winter solstice. It neither hides nor reveals. Some assembly required.

Nature is a haunted house. Its door could be anywhere. There’s one now. Walk up. Knock. Await the fall of foot. Inside or out? Nobody’s home.

One of nowhere’s many middles. Parking comes easy. Signs pointing every which way. Stay or go? Trees are travelers too.

Same old news. Some guns, some bombs, some fatalities. Too many to keep count of anymore. Another nation joins an air war. Which one? Missing Ohio teen found after being held in Missouri. No...