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.
Fifteen Seconds of Peace
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
Walden & Wind Turbines
The whole thing was a real exercise in accelerated bildungsroman.
