Poetry

THE REMINDER

February 22, 2012

It’s nineteen degrees and still dark. By dawn it’ll be colder. Overnight we were bombed with the season’s first real powder and it’s still falling. Two days ago it was raining and brown. Two days from now, it’ll be raining and brown. We play the hand we’re dealt. Daylight reveals the unfamiliar weight of [...]

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WE FISH BIG BECAUSE IT’S THERE

February 7, 2012

Five feet out the bottom drops to twenty, at least. Out in the gut where the jet boats and gulls roam it’s one hundred. River-left at thirty-plus miles an hour, we stand and bomb two-handed casts into the current, watch the gale fill with flurries, exchange obscenities with guides drifting their sports in our [...]

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THE VIEW FROM MY BOOKSHELVES

January 18, 2012

My home office has got some hellafied built-in bookshelves. As a matter of fact, those bookshelves and the barn were the two things that sold me on the house when we first looked at it. The reason for my bookshelf love is that I’ve got a hellafied collection of books and sundry life-artifacts that fill them [...]

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TWO MORE FROM THE MOUNTAIN

August 19, 2011

PADDLING Fat white-gray clouds on blue beyond the rugged pine shores, east beyond Indian and Wolf Mountains, west beyond Chaumont Swamp and Twin Mountain, north beyond Bear Mountain in the saddle of Cranberry Lake, south beyond Five Ponds and Deer Mountain, gone before we round the point at The Narrows, headlong into the wind, pulling [...]

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