Monthly Archives: August 2018

for marie (1951–2018) after steven died, you would show up on occasional friday nights for my creative writing class, the one you, my favorite local poet, could have taught, arrive without poem or pen, saying you just wanted to sit. … Continue reading →

We sailed out further than I ever imagined and turned to look back, gauge the distance, watch the changing sky. I tell her I do not think we are alone in this world though the shore is all we know, … Continue reading →

That was the subject line of an email I got from Dick today. The first line of the email was: “BAD yellowjackets!!!!!!” And what followed was a series of photos—some of which I shot, some of which he shot—of my … Continue reading →

muckle 1. (chiefly Scotland) A great amount. So first, to call it “the big muckle” is a wee bit redundant, it seems to me, but you’ve gotta hand it to the Scots when it comes to a fine word. And … Continue reading →