And then the snow. On the cusp of Advent. I mop and vacuum, just in case the paramedics may need to carry one of us away. It is the season of preparation. Since watching the Great British Baking Show, we’ve taken to eating shortbread in … Continue reading Black Friday
We make our home on the mountain Alongside those who make their home Between the branches and the twigs dangling midair Their silky shelters are the shape of impermanence and plenty Vultures are the poets here Hickory nuts write letters on the land I … Continue reading Family Relations
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There are days when I feel like I am in a hell of my own making – à la C.S. Lewis. I have every reason to be gloriously happy – dream job, dream husband, living in Montana, plentiful adventures, abundant community – and yet I feel … Continue reading Welcome to the Jungle
Arkansas carves a daily ache Greeted by a fat skink scuffling below a sweetgum A tick burrows into my foot and Constellations bloom across my skin All this unarranged communal intimacy All my friends feel like lovers Even Trombicula autumnalis Maybe it … Continue reading Daily Ache
I was carrying a silver platter of pulled pork the day Mary Oliver died. I dropped my car keys in the snow and balanced the meat as I bent toward the tufted powder. Meat for the writers on Phillips Street. Eight pounds the young man … Continue reading Eating the Forest
6:00 a.m. Wake to simultaneous smartphone alarms – one twinkle, one stardust. This is marriage. Coffee and egg. Wheat Montana toast. High Country News and big wonders. What will Missoula Valley look like in 100 years? Why did Connie disappear? Did ____ find a … Continue reading Friday Field Report from the Wilderness Institute November 9, 2018