Life Along The River

This Friend of Mine

I keep thinking of the voice on my answering machine. The small, tinny voice. Distant and full of echoes, as if my friend is at the bottom of a deep well, and she has a phone and calls. She calls to say she can’t make it to the wedding. I don’t remember why. She leaves a…

A Cold Wind

This was no extraordinary day. An old man in a hat walked around the yard. A boy sat in a chair. Then a cold wind came down the boney back of the mountain. But what was I expecting? The cat stared out the window as wind tossed the branches about and eagles circled the chickens…

The Edge of Everything

I go to the woods, the forest, the place where trees grow. I go there to find the leaves of maple trees. The trees are tightly spaced, and the leaves packed between the tangled tree roots. What should I do with that? Make a metaphor? Pretend I know what I’m talking about? I go to the maples,…