I can’t remember the riffle that sent my mind in this direction, but for some reason I was thinking about how many of my favorite writers and poets lived, worked and taught in the Pacific Northwest. At any rate, it led me to this laborious piece from the Center for the Study of the …
No Sean Penn. No awkward awards ceremony speeches or tasteless humor. Just blue sky, birds and trees. I did find myself worrying about what BLM might do with the undeveloped open space a few footsteps from my front door but crisp air smoothed my step and now I am back home, turning the page to …
My sister brought along a book about the poet Richard Hugo, which led to reading trails about his teacher and an essay about his “Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg.” Here is a link to this penetrating poem about a decaying Montana mining town. It begins: “You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life …
