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…
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…