The pool was stagnant, and emerald green with algae, mottled dark where the tree branches bent low over the surface and cast shadows. Frogs called out in steady chorus, their rhythmic peeping becoming a drone, melting into the background itself so that, if a bystander heard anything at all, it would be the sound of the frogs going silent. But they wouldn't (go silent, that is), because even if a member of the group, having been spooked by a desperately thirsty fox, jumped int

Who has cried here, sighed here Wanted to die here Laughed here, snacked here Sat in the grass here Thought here, fought here, Kissed and...

A buzz where there should be inspiration (but what is "should," anyways?) A long way in the wilderness A walking when aching knees would...

Out beyond the sycamore tree is where the men would go to lose their souls. There was no specific place, no marking—not even an upturned...

I stand at the sandy shores Watching eternity lap at my feet Wanting with my whole heart To take this final leap To let the waves carry...

Written June 2020-February 2021. This is a novella-length story about one man's journey to find his Pearl. It's about grief, healing,...

I wonder if Nature knows That dying leaves Are not the end If it remembers The previous spring If it cries and mourns When green turns To...

We wouldn't eat We wouldn't find the nourishment To dance in the sun We'd only be lying on our backs Tongues dry and peeling Poking out...

Geese know when to move on And when to come back Something to do with Finding the open water At just the right time And not a moment too...

Colors fading into night— I hold the day in the sunset. Reds, deep as Flathead cherries, Oranges, vibrant like the buffaloberries you saw...