Lost in Mystery Cave State Park
At a point where my body caves into pure air there is a clostrum, impregnable silence surrounding the cinder of …
At a point where my body caves into pure air there is a clostrum, impregnable silence surrounding the cinder of …
Fear, longing, escape – Convicts harvested, hand-picked grains of wild rice, black and brown seeds hulled to white bones under …
I began in St. Louis, The Gateway to the West. Dreams of home are still alive. Near St. Charles, enormous …
Standing upwind of the slow squall of twilight – a splash of light over amber dust and prairie grass. …
The television in the background is a game of blind man’s bluff. The small wind beneath the tree may be …
Off highway 60 near Mankato some men pull their trucks off the road and jump out to chase deer through …
I could be afraid of dying among shards of sweetgrass tall enough to swallow the sky but I spend my …
A black bear rears up ponders the long ripple in the grass beyond, the space of its wake in the …
“Nature includes too much and art can’t include enough.” The gold that shines off prairie grass as the sun …
– I have to leave every three days. I need cigarettes, decent food, a shower, a drink. Taking eight hours …