lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

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    How quickly we move from the season of the furnace to the season of the air conditioner. What a narrow range of temperature… More.

  • Re-Entry

    “The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at… More.

  • Memorial Day

    I live in a haunted land, where the dead don’t stay buried. Where swamps were drained and forests cleared, scattering the remnant living… More.

  • Supply Side Managers

    The man in the interview was trying his best to make supply-side management sound like something you would choose to do with your… More.

  • All Harness, No Horse

    A little over year ago I wrote about the pressure we were facing in the early days of the pandemic (though we didn’t… More.

  • A Cause for Hope?

    Remember when we learned that George W. Bush liked to paint? That was a moment. I loathed his silver-spoon presidency, his frat-boy insouciance,… More.

  • Unmasking

    Sometimes I hear my neighbor talking to her dog in the yard, and I wait until she goes inside before I take my… More.

  • Gap Month

    Earlier this year, when my cafe job went away, I got a little worried about money. Not a panicky kind of worry, with… More.

  • Spring Planting

    I came to your garden one moonlit night a spade in my hand, and a rake and a hoe, we planted potatoes until… More.

  • Used Books

    My friend Linda is a book collector. Until recently she managed the largest used book warehouse in our area. That warehouse closed last… More.

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