Life Along The River

Grouse

It’s the hard business of being that gets to me. That’s what I’m thinking. I’m thinking about the way you get worn down. The day in and out of work. Stumbling at the end of a day in the woods, or no woods, the ones cut down and me thrashing through the dog hair…

Apples

I found the bear one fall day as clouds slouched up the valley, pushed by an incoming storm. Crows flapped in the alders and before I could reason the oddness of so many, the dog was off and tearing into whatever was there below the trees. I shouldn’t say I found the bear. I’d already heard rumors…

Pretend you are Prairie

Let’s do it. Pretend. Pretend the wind is blowing or the grasses are bending. Maybe clouds swirl or it’s hot and the sun bears down. Pretend whatever you want. Pretend you’re prairie if you want. Pretend you have roots and blooms of yellow or blue. Pretend beetles crawl in the dirt of you. Pretend you are…