Strangers in the Night
The way that people come together for a prolonged moment around music is kind of bizarre.
Shelling and Your 20s
Our days at the beach are grounding, measured by low tides and the direction of the waves.
The Morality of Dying Plants
I know that keeping plants alive and being tidy aren’t moral achievements, but sometimes I let myself feel that way.
Ode to Thrift Store Skates
It all came so much easier to my pigeon-toed feet than walking ever will.
An End, A Continuation
If I retire to my room early, it’s hard not to feel a twinge of guilt.
My Bible
I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’ve taken such pains to keep one previous owner’s “Streaky Bay Parish Announcer” bulletin from December ’65 in its proper page.
Trail Talk: Haikus from the Manistee River Trail
heads tilted back:
pinpricks of sky fire.
The Last Car in the Parking Lot
A part of me always knew the place wasn’t the right fit.
The Economics of Endangered Species
The blue jays we were ignoring are more striking birds.
Ghost of Days Unlived
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
