I have never seen a wolf. Not in the wild. My dad did, once. Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters. We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes. Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …
Author: Life Along The River
The End of Summer
The day is hot. Hot, and I’m exhausted, and sluggish, and full of effort from the heat. So sluggish I say let’s drive to the river. All summer long I’ve insisted on walking, or biking, even carrying inner tubes, and life vests, and water, and food, and shoes, and towels, and pulling dogs on leashes. Now,…
Spring Snow
The falling snow threatens to unhinge me. I mean in the way the creak of a floor in early morning might, or the sound of coyotes scavenging about in moon light. The way they do all night so near the house. As if they had nowhere else to go. And now this. The first dull…
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