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 loam of their rotted bodies.  I need to cart these to the garden.   I’m trying.  The trees are tightly spaced, and the leaves packed hard between the tangled tree roots.  What should I do with…

Five Things That Scare Me

1. It isn’t death that scares me. You think it would be at the top of the list but it’s too vague. I insist on something more tangible.  A late night phone call, a stranger at the door. Knives. Today snow falls fast and persistent, as if it will cover the ground, as if it…