essays – Life Along The River

Raccoons

Our mouths are full of blue corn chips when we see the hit. We pause our chewing to mumble and point out at the dark, windshield wipers batting at the rain. We are sure we saw something. Saw something rush out on the road and into the headlights of the car ahead. “Possum?” I…

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…