Poetry


Articles and Prose

  • Eyes

    Blue eyes, sometimes grey and stormy Others clear as cloudless day. One moment safe Enveloped in translucent depths Next, the ice wall melts Glaciers crash…

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  • Beyond This Room

    Sure Thing It is that with which the wind blows And the snowflakes carry from the skies The mountains echo in their deep crevasses The…

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  • Holy Land

    I lived in a small community outside Wheeling, West Virginia for seven months in 2020. New Vrindaban – a spiritual community drawing on Vaisnava Hindu…

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  • Home | Bird and Broom

    I’ve dropped my broom

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  • Gathering Chips

    One of my favorite photographs hangs in my bathroom. At its center is a wheelbarrow, with wooden handles, braces, and legs. The ten-spoke wheel is…

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  • John

    This summer I walked behind John in the woods. I followed him as he followed the trail. “Flies are getting bad,” he’d grumble, reaching for…

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  • In town

    I followed my mother down a winding forest path.   The trail head peaks through the trees that line the softball field down the street from…

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  • Stacking Wood

    This piece was originally written as part of a larger poetry and prose project that explored the author’s relationship with his family’s farm in Tennessee.…

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  • Boom: Fossil Fuel Collisions

    Fracking | Accident  The driver of the frackwater truck swerved because there was a little girl walking along the highway. She was walking eastward early that morning,…

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  • Beyond the Landfill

    Every day, roughly 8,000 tonnes of rubbish are collected from the capital city of Jakarta before ending up at Bantar Gebang, the largest landfill in Southeast Asia. Just two decades ago, the area was covered with paddy fields before it…

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  • Sailboats, Submarines, and the Sea

    The first thing I did during my tryout for the sailing team was crash straight into the seawall. Everyone at the Naval Academy is required to…

  • Rehabbing Rain

    In the Shade of the Cottonwood Tree             I was born and raised in the desert. Like most desert plants and animals, I love rain. I…

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