Fortson

My many thanks to the editors at Wild Roof Journal for including my essay Fortson in their May issue. The essay is about an after-school visit of the mill ruins near our home. We seem to visit this spot at least a few times a week but that day was especially memorable. Enjoy the many…

Let Me Confess

I heard the buzzing like a crying child or a siren in the night. A wail or a scream. Except it was a house fly and I was brushing my teeth. But I knew it was the sound of struggle. The sound of a fly battling a spider. Have you heard it? The distress call…

Geese

A spring, not so long ago,   I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the blue pool.  A spring when my father was still alive.  The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field.  I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…