Trail Talk: Haikus from the Manistee River Trail
heads tilted back:
pinpricks of sky fire.
How I Accidentally Became a J-pop Fan
I played my way through hundreds of songs and grew intimately familiar with the contours of songs that I couldn’t so much as remember the title for.
Nail Polish Comfort Zone
After my team’s crushing defeat, I gave up nail art.
Soundscapes
Notes are like quantum particles, emerging and colliding and disappearing without leaving a trace.
Kilted Dance Party
Of all our show weekend traditions, that one ten minute spurt was definitely my favorite.
Haikus for Phoebe, A Dog of So Much Mischief, But Also Fur and Love
You are the longest
bear and/or pup in the world
Or at least this block
The Last Car in the Parking Lot
A part of me always knew the place wasn’t the right fit.
Making Room
You couldn’t take me anywhere as a kid.
Lifetimes: The Gifts My Father Gives
Then there’s hunting, and the days that dad would pull us out of school for a “family emergency” so that we could chase after dogs who chased after pheasants and then watch as their iridescent feathers caught the autumn sun.
When Facts Stop Being Fun
I like knowing the sorts of things they write crossword puzzle clues about; it’s one of the ways I feel like I understand the world I live in.
