Birding Where lichen blooms green on the hickory. Where an unblinking rabbit hunches in his burrow. Where dried hydrangeas and broom sedge rustle in the breeze. I watched you carry an armload of oak through the uphill brush and stack... Continue Reading →
Claims Everywhere we walk, orange signs warn Private Property or Posted. Still dented cans rattle in ditches and campfire rings, claiming “No, mine too.” And something in the surveyor’s talk about tramping over ridges and steeping himself in briers to... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 