Swallowtail song Most flowers in the Ozarks die by the end of July, replacedby dark-winged butterflies lace-filled skies, the Ozark… Read more Swallowtail song
Tiqvah, hope, God, nature.
What would it be like?– I wander, alone, in quiet woods one winter night staring into the best sky I’ve… Read more The American sky, 1874
My love for crimson clover started my senior year in college. I’d never really paid them much attention before then.… Read more Gumberries
“Walk. Chalk.” Each morning, as the hands on the clock tick and tock their way toward the number nine, Maggie’s… Read more Walk and chalk
That pesky red-bellied woodpecker. I have stalked that woodpecker since I first noticed him, just a few days after we… Read more Stalking stillness
Someday, your father willbuild me a sunroomwith his hands. His sweat steadilydripping, devoted to craftingcontentment in my soul. And when… Read more The real world