I have never seen a wolf. Not in the wild. My dad did, once. Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters. We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes. Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …
Category: poetry
Unravel
I awoke to unravel. The word. The verb. I don’t know why. I listen to my heart beat. Listen to the seemingly endless thud, thud, thud. It pauses and flutters and then as if I hit refresh, continues to bump along. I guess many things would unravel should the beat fail. Unravel, as in fail….
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…
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