lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • Abide

    “Abide in the presence of the confusing blessing.” This was the advice waiting for me in my inbox this morning, courtesy of Rob Brezsny’s Free Will…

  • Drowning

    Apropos of nothing in particular, I was thinking about the articles and videos that circulated a few summers ago, the ones that cautioned that drowning doesn’t…

  • Meditating with the Body

    One of the somatic meditations I recently introduced into my practice makes me weep uncontrollably, and because of this I don’t often attempt it, even…

  • There’s a Crack in Everything

    Must the world always break our hearts? Maybe it must. Maybe it is the function of the world to break our hearts. To break us…

  • New Year’s Day

    After a week of grey skies and near-constant drizzle, the first of January is bright and blue, the air so crisp it snaps. In a…

  • Sometimes Ashes, Sometimes Dust

    I’m reading Timothy Egan’s stark and unsettling story of the Dust Bowl years, The Worst Hard Time, an uneasy feeling keeping me company as I go.…

  • Dust Filter

    I don’t know what to call this filter through which I’m seeing the world right now. Maybe it’s dust. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe I am…

  • 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…

  • 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…