Author: ps pirro

• 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 to close…

• 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 big box…

• 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 out in…

• 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 fissure from…

• 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 nothing you…

• 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 Indiana, a…

• 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 shoes. The…

• 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. He knows…

• 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 than a…

• 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 really wasn’t…