Random Thought from Lutsen
Lake Superior while a large body of freshwater, is dependent on other sources to keep a sustainable level....
Our Land First
Downtown, we run free under the streetlamps at each corner and intersection highlighting the one-way, the no u-turn,...
A Poem of Discontent
Disillusioned is the title we take my generation fighting back against the call and allure of profits at...
Alaska – Arriving in Haines
With an Alaskan White Ale at my side, I leave here, Saint Paul, MN, and land back in...
Story of Joline – Continued
I have been writing more about Joline, continuing the story with her coming home, and being alone for...
Dreams: Path or Reality
Dreams: Path or Reality What will it take to trust this path? How many more years will I...
Mount Beckey
Biography of Fred Beckey Originally written on 07/11/2009 for a job interview. Somewhat obscure and averse to fame...
Retreat
I retreated for a few days to recover from a customary headache and finally are a bit back...
Solitude
A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the...
Thoughts // Seasons
While lying here with the windows open and ceiling fan churning, I hear the traffic on the near...
Through The Window
Miles long cloud columns extending from the setting sun on this summer evening. A partial view of something...
Something is Missing
What the hell happened to spring? Winter has quickly left our thawed memories and spring has sprung for...
The Story of Joline
In 1993, while taking a poetry class at the U of M, I started an epic poem about...
Transition – Chaos
I have spent many hours the past few weeks, in quiet contemplation. Setting aside books, news, papers, pen;...