Life Along The River

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,…

Summer

These days are golden. Or that’s what I tell myself as we head to the river. It’s what I told myself in June or May even, before school was out, the day we drive down to the bay to buy oysters. The day we sit in sunshine and eat cinnamon rolls in the afternoon for…