Antidote

Get strong. Get skilled. Those are the words that came to me. Out of the dark tunnel, out of the bottom of the rabbit hole that the election results had thrown me into. Out in the field beyond wrongdoing and rightdoing, beyond grief and shock and denial and anger. Somewhere in the vicinity of acceptance- …

And what if…

(a poem for friendship, inspiration, and collaboration) By Elizabeth Tobey And what if your legs and my legs were running side by side? And what if your hands and my hands were working together, digging the same well, lifting the same heavy burden? And what if my voice was trusted, and your voice was heard? …

Alaska: A Love Story

Alaska was already wild before I got there. There were already bears and moose and thick gray glacial rivers winding through the tundra. There were mountains and Dahl sheep and strong people living there already: men and women in Carharts and plaid shirts and brown Extra-Tuff boots. There were other kids too, like me, teenagers …

Spring Equinox

“Gratitude is a powerful antidote.” -Robin Wall Kimmerer ----- We have not seen each other for eleven days. I have been to Alaska and back. He has gone to New York City and returned. The world has burned a little more. Children. Plants. Arctic ground squirrels. Back at home friends gather for a concert. I …

We celebrate death in October

The Harvest Moon rose full and round and orange and we all stopped in our tracks and sent up a collective howl. Voices. Breath blowing warm into a cool night. The first frost comes cracking and sparkling across the wooden porch boards in the early morning light. I prepare to plant garlic, waiting for a …

A Monday in September

Mondays start with strawberries. Wednesdays start with lettuce and we push the wheelbarrows down through the cool morning air, along the grass path to the lettuce beds to cut and stack the heads- red and green, romaine and butterball. We stack them in layers until we have between 20 and 30 heads mounded into the …