lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

  • Black Friday

    How curious that it happens now, when the leaves have all been shed and the feast is behind us and we just want… More.

  • Drum Circle

    The drumming in the big room woke me from my sleepwalk through another day of elbows and avoidance, the close encounter at the… More.

  • So?

    On the Saturday before the election the server at the sushi restaurant handed each of us a beaded bracelet, the candidate’s name spelled… More.

  • Too Deep

    We learn to dread the rain we need for it comes now in torrents when it comes at all, basements fill and streets… More.

  • Long View

    The world in which your grandchildren’s grandchildrenrun through the house on the first day it snows will come and it will be like… More.

  • Food From Here

    Six months ago I started a podcast at my local public radio station. It’s focused on the local food scene here in Southern… More.

  • Potluck

    It’s been cold and wet, and the dirt path through the woods is slick with mud that clings to the soles of my… More.

  • The Woods You Have

    The woods beckon but it has been cold. I’m reluctant to put on shoes, the cat is not eager to see me go.… More.

  • Rough Beast

    When the new year comes the ground will be the ground and the skies will be the skies and the planes flying higher… More.

  • Solstice II

    A year is a long time. Hello. Let’s call it a sabbatical, from the Hebrew, sabbath, a rest from toil, even though it… More.

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