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…

Walking With You

Walking with you is like this.  We explore hillsides and logging roads. Mountains and meadows. Once we found a coyote skull. Once porcelain pottery fragments, old bottles, and buckshot. Once a wooden boat, hidden in huckleberry. That was decades ago, near a mountain lake, where there once was a summer camp. The boat was nearly…

Swan

We debate what kind. Trumpeter or Tundra? Juvenile? Why alone here with the mergansers and mallards?  We notice the shape of the beak. The nudge of orange. The grey rolling down the narrow neck and onto her back. Like dirty snow.  Or clouded sky. The wonderous wings unfurl and spread every now and again. I…