creative nonfiction

Birds

White birds congregate in the fields. We pass them often these days. They’ve come from Russia to winter over, and feed in the fallow fields near my home . Tundra swans. Trumpeter swans. Snow geese. The Trumpeter swans are big and white with long curved necks. The geese are smaller but just as white with…

A Day Writing

9:05 AM – Sit down to write. Open new Word document. Look at blank page. Go check email. Check blog. Check Facebook. 10:05 AM – Realize hour has passed. Close Facebook. Return to blank document. Write for several minutes about not writing. Decide to check blog stats. Go like stuff on…

Ancient

We are ancient, or think we are. Our tired knees and bruised heels tell us so as we climb from the valley floor to the lookout, the one perched high on the ridge above the valley. We spend an hour here before descending to the lake for camp. We make dinner and eat as the…