we are now in the mountains and the mountains are in us
we almost killed the bald eagle industry / efficiency / ddt / mono-everything
it’s been 7 days 12 states nearly 2700 miles and you still haven’t found the forest
the poetry is all in the anticipationthere is nothing there in reality
it’s a day we’ll never forget a 911 of the land of the forest of the fields
is not always easy to see
the first page of a notebook might not be the firstpages torn out words lost…
for years, poet laureate WS Merwin dreamed of restoring a bit of the earth’s surface. he searched for it across…
you wanted to be named after a great explorer so you could follow their path or make a new one
from Times Sq to Auburn CA the town i grew up in but never knew
the green sign above the Missouri river says Nebraska… the good life