The gray catbird calls out, an auspicious sound, Does he know the secrets of the forest? Does the catbird know whose bike I found Balanced up against a tree, no one around? What about the blanket fort I found in the clearing? Does he know if it’s a homeless camp, is that what I’m hearing?…

We meet here in this place Shaped by time Carved by pressure Two women Balanced on rocks In a flowing stream Once we were close You and I Kids of similar ages Common interests Differences appreciated The current of our lives Kept flowing Into different stages Our interests shifted Differences augmented Sometimes, though When the…

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale A tale of a fateful trip That started from this south suburb And ended in a gravel slip The mate was a mountain biking man His woman brave and sure Three passengers set off this day For a three hour trip, a three hour trip The…

A mile is a long way When you’re hiking the AT in PA When the bees are buzzing near your face And you can’t keep up with your friends’ pace When sweat is dripping into your eyes And you have to walk faster or swat away flies But the rocks, my God, they are everywhere…