
Old Men It was evening when I first noticed them; three old men standing over the culvert watching the spring runoff guttering through the culvert below them. Six old shoes shuffling back and forth on the gravel, looking upstream over…

Today I learned my friend Eve Saulitis has died. I am suddenly very tired. I have things I need to do but I only want to grieve, to go someplace and finish crying. But love sometimes wants us to act…

A long time ago, on our road to town, there was a small cabin made of hand hewn oak logs at the edge of a tree covered hill. It overlooked a meadow just at the place where the ground got…

A Song for Handsome Peter This is the story of Handsome Peter No sounder soul ever toiled in these parts. With a heart as true as his face was fair He drank his days with a fearless heart. …

When it comes to dealing with, and living with, the effects of the carbon burden I tend to think more along the lines of Paul Kingsnorth and his Dark Mountain Project though with a little less fanfare and revelry. …

Mush and I went out there sometimes, on the east side where the hills drop into a stand of tamaracks. It was a swamp of very old trees and many of them were floating, part of the bog that…

When I was unborn I heard the soft sound of drums Now only bulls walking on hard ground. Luck and Theft I’ve been writing a lot about going home lately, why I want to and why it is…
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