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…
the storm had ended the snow had fallenthe leaves now held the weight and the beauty as black re-emerged along Lincoln Highway towards…
it’s a day we’ll never forget a 911 of the land of the forest of the fields
we almost killed the bald eagle industry / efficiency / ddt / mono-everything
the green sign above the Missouri river says Nebraska… the good life
we are now in the mountains and the mountains are in us
it’s been 7 days 12 states nearly 2700 miles and you still haven’t found the forest
Buchanan Shawnee Kepler Targhee Gellatin Shoshone Bridger Teton Toiyabe Humboldt Tahoe El Dorado Stanislaus
the poetry is all in the anticipationthere is nothing there in reality