Poem – The Mountains Voice We See and Do Not Hear
Mountain of snow against the darkening sky drifts from vision and becomes the lost peak of legend. Mountain...
Poem – When Darkness Becomes All That We Know
Grey infused frozen water consumes the last light before the fields darken. Distant planets follow me from dawn...
Looking for Peace
An early morning walk through a November-drenched park with Leroy, Alaskan coffee, and music. As the wind blew...
Poem – The Depth of November
November is the transition of fall to winter. November gives up the red, orange, yellow, and gold for...
Looking Forward
Whatever is forward becomes the present before becoming the past and with eyes open we absorb nature in...
Poem – Snow Always Proceeds the Fall
The depth of days, carrying the memories from the past through the present into a future laid bare...
Interview / Peter Vircks
Here is the interview I conducted with Peter Vircks, a jazz musician from Minnesota. This appears in the...
The Wild Truth, by Carine McCandless
The following text is from the introduction to a book by the sister of Christopher McCandless, Carine McCandless....
Poem – Through Silence
Through silence I find the universe’s voice and when balanced it is a reflection of myself. Midnight sky....
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #3
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
A Fall Day in MN
The day started early just before the sunrise with enough time for coffee to get us warm before...
Poem – Ode to the Moon
Dear sweet moon – staring at me when I stumble out the door at 4am. Your gaze and...