lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • Popcorn

    My music partner and I played a benefit gig last night in a middle school auditorium in a tidy little town about an hour’s drive…

  • Tara

    This morning I backed out of my driveway, slid into a snow pile, and got stuck. The snow pile was a ridge of packed snow…

  • The Meditators

    I had an early gig today, catering a small lunch at the church for a group of meditators. They came through ice and snow to…

  • Anticipation

    My friend Shel is a baseball fan. The other day she shared the spring training countdown: 38 days until pitchers and catchers report. Now it’s…

  • Ignore Almost Everyone

    You don’t have to treat others as if they weren’t there. Of course they’re there. Taking up space, just like like the cat, like the…

  • Ghost Town

    There is a town upriver that my friend Mychele wants to take over and turn into an ecovillage. It’s pretty much a ghost town. Boarded…

  • Bad News, Good News

    There are breaks in the action. Radical severance, split to the root. The space between thoughts is deep space; you drop and drop and never…

  • Selling the Fish

    Soup is the easiest thing in the world to make. I sell it by the quart and am often overwhelmed by orders. My friends say…

  • Slow Time

    “January is so slow,” my fellow northern-hemisphere friend said to me. “Three days in, and it feels like weeks.” I think that’s how it’s supposed…

  • Boxed

    If you spent your formative years within the institutions of the dominant culture — aka school — you will likely spend the rest of your…