lost & found in flyover country

I woke this morning unable to see over the horizon, the curvature of the Earth holding me hostage to this hour, this front… More.

The neighbors trimmed their trees and piled the carcasses of catalpa and volunteer maple deep along the side of the street, an encroachment… More.

It’s true: I know the aisles of my local Aldi better than I know the banks of the river three blocks from my… More.

You’re not wrong, everything everywhere is coming undone, no bright side, no silver lining, nothing to point to on the horizon: there’s your… More.

It rained every day for a week and then the temperature soared past the century mark and the corn was sweating and the… More.

The day after is not so different, the sun comes up, the trees stand tall against the sky that may be blue or… More.

We watch the night sky for signs of a change in the weather, the gods whisper, do you not know what’s coming? A… More.

In a year this bare patch of soil will be crabgrassed and creeper-vined, the first and the fastest to drop their roots into… More.