Southern Minnesota Escape
Mother Nature’s gift, Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways Longing for: Peace Quiet And Solace… Darkness beyond frail eyelids As it was in the past Hunter-gatherer sort of habits Time logged and...
View ArticleLock and Dam No. 7
On a boat close an expansive dam A boy accompanied an Old Man Fishing for hours cold hands Only to have come up few clams The river remained rough Water spray wet brown splash Bubbles in the water...
View ArticleFishing near Lanesboro
Fishing near Lanesboro, More beer than necessary, one fish smoked, on a vast open field. Spoken old-timers regale; trials and tribulations in sar-ca-sm. Late early last night, Late morning faded...
View ArticleIdiots with Entitlement
One is made pragmatic by experience; A grave man Speaks grave words Of which the living cannot hear. I would not spend $50,000 to buy shit. Old-time orthodox tradition; If fish didn’t kill themselves...
View ArticleWinter 2014 (On: Summer 1969, by Seamus Heaney)
Thoughts of reading a text by *S. Heaney, Bits and pieces of dewed Madrid, With heavy inflections of Hemingway, Scattered about within. Bull horns And drink, and women, and sex. Smell Of skin, fish...
View ArticleHuman Beings at Wm O’Brien State Park, MN.
Morning. A passenger side ranger inquiry, lead to fresh blinding light and splashing potable water. Campfire embers smoldered after an evening’s neighborly introduction and proclamation of “Uptown...
View ArticleAn Evening in a North Forest
Loam, marrow, stone, and humus— where open groves of pine bent in sway, stained-wood new growth, a green tent setup and stretched between. We went tearing, hard traipsing, gutting fish at a low fire...
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