lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • Half an Idea

    Found in a notebook: “Don’t wait for a whole idea. Half an idea or even the slightest hint of an idea is a good enough…

  • Late Summer

    The yard is utterly overgrown. I wave to my neighbor through a tangle of grapevine and mow a path alongside the explosion of honeysuckle. Volunteer mulberry…

  • If It Breaks

    Was it ever the case that the times weren’t hard and the money wasn’t short? So asked Emerson, friend of Henry by the Pond, gentle…

  • A Tree is Someone

    They asked us: if a tree falls in the woods, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? I said:…

  • Waiting

    I’m too old to feel this way. Or maybe this is the way it feels, no matter what your age.

  • Boomers & Stickers

    There are boomers and there are stickers, wrote Wallace Stegner: those who need to go and those who need to stay. The boomers push on,…

  • Passengers

    When you’re a passenger in someone’s vehicle and they take a different route to your destination than the one you would have taken, how do…

  • Flood Stage

    All day long it’s been raining. The river is crazy high. Driving home, I saw three news vans parked at a scenic point, cameras aimed…

  • 666 Fifth Avenue

    They call it “real estate” but beyond a certain point there’s nothing real about it. It’s just money in search of a place to land.…

  • Parkland

    Are they tributes, these students, and the ones that came before? Blood sacrifice to the gods? Are they offered to placate, does their slaughter keep…