lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

  • On Holiday

    Lost & Found is baking cookies and watching old movies until further notice. See you at the next potluck. * * * More.

  • Pretty Soon

    The mushrooms came up all at once, exuberance born of decay, hardwood roots of an absent tree easing into a new incarnation, unrecognizable,… More.

  • Sustenance

    At the poetry reading the young man scrolls his phone for suitable material, he hadn’t been to sleep since Wednesday,executive function is suffering,… More.

  • October

    Hawk on the power line, vulture on an updraft, a single deer skirting the rows in an aging field of cornstalks, all the… More.

  • Everyone smiles at the dog

    In the midst of it all, taking care of a friend,on the other side of town,feeding the dog, heating the soup, walking at… More.

  • Come Inside

    Maybe it all goes to pieces. What of it? Things fall apart, it’s the nature of things.The wheel turns and the angels warn:… More.

  • Reverie

    We drove into the forest on a skinny paved road, a regrowth of not-quite-wilderness, all the trees young and slim, rising in the… More.

  • Monkey Mind

    Leave your phone on the table, come sit with me, I promise it will only take a minute. We can set a timer.… More.

  • boxcars

    In September the year goes brown at the edges and rows of blue shipping containers multiply on the back lot at Walmart, full… More.

  • Leave no Trace

    The low-lying gods are fog on the river,8:45 on a Saturday morning,the dogs don’t bark.Three deer turn as one to watch as you… More.

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