June 18, 2021 – from The Croft in Boyne City, Michigan My check engine light came on last night while...
Ode to Hannibal I was scrolling – wallowing – through the Netflix abyss, Avoiding Mister Darcys, Tall Dark and Handsomes....
The happiest moment of my life occurred on the day I held in my hands the golden ticket, the winning...
My friend Willard Cochrane’s last book, The Curse of American Agricultural Abundance, came out in 2003. In that book, he...
Gyrification There will be time for waiting Enough. Too much Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa watching. Consider the river’s meanders that more and more...
Lust in the Time of Covid How can he not sneak out to meet her through the darkened streets his...
They lean. They sink down crumbling round-shouldered. The very air is eating them. Blithe colonies of lichen nibble the fretted...
When They Ring Those Golden Bells Days fall away like apples from October tress cheeks, full and ablush, kissing silver from delicate wrists...
That summer my family broke up I stayed on my aunt’s farm and slept in a bedroom with no curtains....
Dark turf The breeze stirred ferns on the high bank. I watched you drop down the layers of Cloneen bog, then...
Watch David Lynch read his essay “Family Farm Survivor,” or read the text below. Family Farm Survivor, by David...
I started going to bed early and getting up at four each morning to sit in the chair and stare...