It has been one of those weeks, the sort that has left Keith incapable of doing much more than boiling water for tea and finding a sunny spot to sit and drink it in. Before he can get comfortable, I hand him a bucket. “The walnuts,” I say. “We’ve been stumbling over them all month.... Continue Reading →
J. G. Ballard on My Mind
We are closing in on fall here at the Perry Farm, which is always good news and bad news. Good because we are exhausted from our outdoor work; bad because for the first time, it’s difficult for us to imagine what comes next. Not a vacation, even though October traditionally is our vacation month. Not... Continue Reading →
Writing at the End of the World
Rough Blazing Star (Liatris aspera) It's been a while. I have several good excuses, but the best one is this: I’ve been a very busy writer, and that's made me an unreliable blogger. Late last year, The Heartland Review Press published a chapbook of my poems called The Country We Live In. Many of the poems... Continue Reading →