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What makes a poem a poem? Is it something as simple asadding line breaks? Or being clever about analogies – like describing yourself as a fish when you really mean to say that you feel [...]

After two and a half hours of Eve’s Night Out, and a crowd of thirty women, Vic and I ride to her home just outside of BigCity, NC along the Blue Ridge Parkway just because. It is not the [...]

“I know I’m south of the Mason-Dixon line when my cornbread ain’t sweet,” Jon says over the chatter of my Buddhist friends as we gather to celebrate Alan’s 52nd birthday. He goes on to expound on [...]

After twelve hours at work, finally home, walking only in a towel across the way to the neighbor’s house where there is a shower…and the rain comes, falling fast as bullets and penetrating my [...]

At the peak of afternoon heat I hike to Wildflower Cove. The walk is easy; just about one mile on an old gravel road that turns into forest road, abandoned houses, and long forgotten pastures, [...]

Sitting down to a cold beer after a hearty afternoon hike is quite possibly one of my favorite indulgences. Feet pleasantly sweaty with the heat of friction from that last two-mile stretch back [...]

Whereas I resort to calling Max like a dog in order to coerce him to come inside (unsuccessfully), Britt knows every trick and nuance of the mothering deal that is so foreign to me. When I assume [...]

On a whim, Dan calls and says, “K, so are you going?” The brief memory of the marshmallow kiss from the Easter party is enough to get me up and out to meet Dan at the gallery opening, which is [...]

Slipping behind the wheel of gramps’ old Chrysler to drive to work this afternoon, something felt awry. I am long overdue for a repair on my front brakes and all four tires are balding at the [...]

A little something different… Time Rain and thunder at 4 a.m. continuing past daybreakFor the first time in three weeksAnd finally,The swelling of spring gives wayTo what lies beneath. Carl [...]