for years, poet laureate WS Merwin dreamed of restoring a bit of the earth’s surface. he searched for it across…
is not always easy to see
the first page of a notebook might not be the firstpages torn out words lost…
it’s a day we’ll never forget a 911 of the land of the forest of the fields
it’s been 7 days 12 states nearly 2700 miles and you still haven’t found the forest
the storm had ended the snow had fallenthe leaves now held the weight and the beauty as black re-emerged along Lincoln Highway towards…
the green sign above the Missouri river says Nebraska… the good life
we almost killed the bald eagle industry / efficiency / ddt / mono-everything
we are now in the mountains and the mountains are in us
the poetry is all in the anticipationthere is nothing there in reality
Buchanan Shawnee Kepler Targhee Gellatin Shoshone Bridger Teton Toiyabe Humboldt Tahoe El Dorado Stanislaus
from Times Sq to Auburn CA the town i grew up in but never knew
when you thought all the surprises had been wrung out they began to spring from the desert floor
you wanted to be named after a great explorer so you could follow their path or make a new one