Boundary Waters Recipe by Tim Stouffer Halfway thru Julya dance on lily padssunset, three-quarter dark;comet sweepingover painted night.Wilderness breathing deep;cattails, loons and froglingssinging in the breeze.Nothing needsbut a paddle to…
This is our home… Said the loon that your phone recorded, Said the black bear that swam across the lake, the wolf said as she howled to her pups over…
Beaver Dam The water on “my side” is down to a tricklefurtively crawling through the sticks and mud wall,up above, roughly four feet now, today;A flat pool stretches dark and…
By Tim Stouffer Pine cone crunch… is that a new Blizzard flavor? At the local D.Q. after a canoe trip, or the lego-like-walk to the latrine in the dark; hazarding…
On Friday afternoon the sun left Ely for more southern climes I guess. The clouds rolled in and the wind picked up. Shagawa Lake has become, over the years, the…
Poem: Under the Boughs
March 21, 2020
March 21, 2020
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Under the boughs. Under the boughs.There’s not another person on the trail,no tracks on the pristine lake,on the drive out of Elya black wolf crossed the road,three days ago a…
Poem: April Ice
April 10, 2019
April 10, 2019
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April Ice Birch trees rise from the cliffs, tenuous in their grip on granite bluff and marginally layered soil, like teeth in a crooked, gapped and laughing smile. Against the…
Turtle Lake Darkened pool swallows the day above, reflecting a cloud raven that hangs above camp, poised like a dove. Tent rises.
Lost in the Woods I wanted to write you a song, one they play on the radio, with a bass line that brings the chorus low and causes everyone to…