lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Category: and so it goes

  • Idle

    Idleness is not just a vacation, an indulgence or a vice; it is as indispensable to the brain as vitamin D is to the body,…

  • What Idiots We Are

    Peter Gray on the academic kindergarten: Race to the Top; what a horrid metaphor for education. A race? Everyone is on the same track, seeing…

  • Snow Day

    My friends in Buffalo roll their eyes at how little it takes for us in the Ohio River Valley to call a snow day. A…

  • Bugs

    The fleas are tenacious this year. The youngest cat in the household has an allergy to flea bites and he has been miserable with them,…

  • Where Creativity Might Live

    It may be the case that expensive cities are killing creativity, but I suspect the real culprit is the belief that you have to live…

  • Happy Enough

    The co-op had some great oranges this week. Sweet and juicy and altogether perfect. Sometimes one is all I need to feel really happy. Sometimes,…

  • 4 a.m.

    My friend Mychele is a long-time a practioner of kundalini yoga. It was she who introduced me to the phrase “ambrosial hour,” which I immediately…

  • Douglas Rushkoff

    In America, people are willing to sacrifice their well-being, social cohesion, stability and sustainability for the false notion of individual freedom.  But the truth is,…

  • Unspectacular

    “To know the pleasures of an unspectacular landscape, such as that of Indiana, requires an uncommon degree of attentiveness and insight.” ~Scott Russell Sanders, “Landscape…

  • An Old School Influencer

    A long, long time ago, when the current century had yet to be born and we were all wearing plaid flannel shirts tied around our…