i don't come from here. i've lived on this mountain for more than twenty years. the land that i stand on is "my land". and all of the trees, mountains, and roads on the opposite side of my property lines are "my trees", "my mountains", "my roads" because they're so familiar that they're ingrained in … Continue reading roots
the unexpected joy of being lost for so long is feeling the fire of life again. it's so hard, almost unbearably hot. but it's so good. there are patterns in every life. day and night. work and leisure. hunger and satiation. seasons and generations. in a country life, the patterns are indelible and dangerous to … Continue reading overflow
new spring shoots are usually green, but they appear in other bewitching shades: smooth, shining peony fingers the color of fresh blood; stinging nettles as violet and barbed as a bruise; the tender, fleshy pink tendrils of bleeding heart. what thrusts up from the chill, dormant earth is often astonishing and mournfully lovely. in the … Continue reading alone
the gumboot gumshoe 