Evening meal. Up along the ridge,rising like the guard hairs on the backof a sleeping sentient dogstand the blackened bones against the setting sun.Underneath the forest, that hasnot forgotten the…
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…
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…
Ahead The water road winds ahead never weary of reflecting the blue sky above, like a mid-century Hamms beer commercial. Harvey is focused on me. Perhaps he’s hungry or bored…