Poetry

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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VIEW FROM THE FIRE TOWER

August 15, 2011

I’m reminded of a poem by Gary Snyder, written while a fire lookout in the North Cascades. Months at a time he’d spend in service and solitude. Thinking. From six stories up, I can see the attraction. Sprawling topography of mountainsides and valleys, so much softer from this height, stitched one to the other in [...]

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JUDGING DISTANCE

August 13, 2011

Ten foot kayak in eight feet of water. Settled into the glass between a field of lily pads and a line of flooded pine stumps— trees that were a century old when the river called them home a century ago, their twisted roots unsettling sculptures patrolled by fat bass and three foot pike. What light [...]

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ALIVE ON ARRIVAL

August 3, 2011

this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas windows down tire-tread serenade humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights bugs on the windshield life unfolding on long-haul canvas whitetails from low rolling fog this all-night mind this morning is water truck packed for one or the [...]

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