lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Author: ps pirro

  • Dust

    We walked across this desert once, red dirt rising to meet us, the impressions made by our bared soles no more lasting than the thin…

  • Driving

    “The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are. Don’t despise your own place and hour. Every…

  • Scratch

    What do you do when the thing you’ve been doing doesn’t work for you anymore? If it ever worked at all. This is what I’m…

  • That Does Not Make You Brilliant; It Makes You a Sociopath

    In her essay, “A Thousand Rivers,” award-winning film director Carol Black writes of Iain McGilchrist, a psychiatrist and neuroimaging researcher and author of the groundbreaking…

  • If You’re Weary, Too

    “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel the same, that you’re not weary, too, of waging war in heaven’s name.“ I…

  • Home Maintenance

    I’ve been putting off changing the furnace filter. In home maintenance canon, that’s like skipping oil changes for your car. Not smart, but in my…

  • Stitching

    We traveled south to be with friends, people we no longer see as frequently as we would like. It was a last minute decision. “Do…

  • Blue

    “The world is blue at its edges and in its depths,” writes author Rebecca Solnit in her essay, The Blue of Distance. “This blue is…

  • Being & Becoming

    “Only in childhood are we afforded the luxury of inhabiting our becoming, but once forced to figure out who we want to be in life,…

  • Food is Too Cheap

    It’s the season of feasting, and food has been on my mind. At the co-op where I work the local produce on offer is of…