lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • This Thing Ain’t Over

    I stopped wearing a pandemic mask in mid-May. I’m wondering if that was a mistake. The CDC and reliable public health experts advise that fully-vaccinated…

  • The All Star Game

    I’m working long shifts at the radio station this week, getting an overdose of NPR news and current events as two members of our on-air…

  • Fixing Things

    “When I think about the most wearying thing about becoming middle-aged, it’s that you are the only one who can fix things – there is…

  • Simply Sit Down

    The most important undertaking of my day is to simply sit down at my desk and pick up my pen. Without this elementary act I…

  • Hiding the Dead

    When I first learned of the graves, understood the likelihood that there are so many more to be found, hundreds of children at each site,…

  • Timeless

    A few weeks ago I wrote about my Gap Month, and how the simple process of asking a question and listening for an answer has…

  • Barn Music

    I was out at my friend Jubilee’s last Friday, sitting in her big barn, listening to three women make music on the stage. One on…

  • Intentional Community

    From the moment I first learned of them, I’ve wanted to live in an intentional community. I’m not starry-eyed about it. I don’t yearn for…

  • Hello Summer

    Where are we and why are we in this handcart? Never mind that the Solstice is still a week away. It’s full-on summer in the…

  • Home

    How quickly we move from the season of the furnace to the season of the air conditioner. What a narrow range of temperature we civilized…