On the far northeastern shore of Lake Michigan there was once a small logging village nestled amongst the sand hills and estuarial bogs. The...
So here you are, leaning against the trunk of your car, that peculiar vessel to which we Americans grow so attached. A man’s first, best mar...
Ah, the imposing skeletons shooting their eternal fires skyward and the scoured brown fields. Blue flame licking the muddled sky, scarlet wi...
You will meet a lovely woman, and maybe she writes. You’re excited – you stay up late drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes, wandering your sl...
The great nomadic swales of sand ever migrating, never home. Adolescent earth The dune grass bent, at prayer pilgrims cowering at the hem of...
