Lumber
The sapling digs fingers in soil roots becoming clenched fists crushing cold, wormed soil between rough-knuckled fingers like a fallen fighter gasping clawing shaking and unshakeable his body reaches reaches … Continue reading Lumber
Childhood Bedroom
Somebody’s sleeping in my bed. Their toes hang over the edge of the mattress and they have little black smudges under their eyes. They don’t quite seem like they belong under my rainbow blanket beneath my glowing stars and the artwork I’ve tacked up from school.
She left her suitcase on the floor with clothes pouring out and there are shiny new sneakers next to my beat-up boots. There’s a cup of cold coffee left on the dresser, too.
I poke her in the cheek. She says she’ll be up in a minute.
Anthropocene
The road was planned out and paved many years before, and the cars designed and assembled one by one over the last century. They almost certainly contained drivers that had … Continue reading Anthropocene
Two Roads Diverged in a Frozen Wood
Robert Frost really liked his treks through the woods, almost as much as Thoreau. So, as I was trekking among the branches and frozen landscapes myself, I was thinking about … Continue reading Two Roads Diverged in a Frozen Wood
This Is What Democracy Looks Like
The Women’s March in Wausau wasn’t a huge event, with about 250 participants marching around the 400 Block. Many brought signs, and many didn’t; many chanted, many talked together. Whatever … Continue reading This Is What Democracy Looks Like