lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • The Last Ivory-Bill

    Over mugs of coffee at my coffeehouse some 20 years ago, my friend Ricky said, apropos of nothing, “I’ve seen an ivory-billed woodpecker.” At the…

  • Activated

    This weekend is the Women’s March, happening in Washington, D.C., and in cities around the world, a reprise of the 2017 March that took place…

  • September Links

    I’m trying something new here, devoting the last Sunday post of the month to the sharing of a handful of links that piqued my interest…

  • Slack 2.0

    We slipped into autumn overnight. This afternoon’s high temperature was 15 degrees lower than yesterday, and the rain is no longer warm. The cats want…

  • Crawl Space

    When it rains you can smell the earth that lies a scant few inches beneath the kitchen floor, in that half-jacked crawl space of red…

  • Finite World

    If you’ve been reading here a while you likely know I’m not much enamored of the cult of productivity. My antipathy pre-dates this blog, but…

  • Not Even Past

    The Delta Variant is a reality made by cultural claims scratched into our minds. A certain type of American freedom is worth the death of children –…

  • The Other Left-vs-Right

    I was introduced recently* to the work of Iain McGilchrist, philosopher, poet, psychiatrist, polymath, best known for his 2009 book The Master and His Emissary,…

  • Who’s Utopia is This?

    I keep thinking about something Margaret Atwood said when I interviewed her in 2017: Every dystopia is someone’s utopia. So whose utopia is this? Ann Friedman, Whose…

  • Inertia

    Think deeply about what you want to put back into your life. This is our chance to define a new version of normal, a rare…