Boy, when the sun decides to show up in Ely, everything changes. When the calendar turned the page on April this year it felt like we might be done with…
We have Winter at least six months of the year up here in Ely, Minnesota. It begins for the most part and most often in October. Not always, but often…
Poem: Evening Meal Food for Thought
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…