To have crossed that threshold. To have closed that door, turned on the light, taken a good look around and reversed tread. Anyone who says otherwise has only stepped foot on the porch and mistaken it for the kitchen. Continue reading To The Living
On this new moon I am camping in the hills of southeastern Pennsylvania. The state park is quiet and still, maybe because this is a Monday nearing the end of summer. I imagine most camping families have begun putting away their adventure gear in favor of backyard maintenance, getting ready for school, and attending the last weddings and reunions of the season. I am heading to a reunion as well. Continue reading Alone, Yet Not Alone
This new moon is the Buck standing silvery and tall at the edge of the wood. Watching. Waiting. Strong lungs having exhausted their breath, pausing before drawing the next.
To know the field before bounding out into the misty grasses. Continue reading Dark Field in July