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THAT SEA           I first beheld the sea when I was twen- ty two, immediately knelt to drink to taste, first-hand, if it were really salt (you never know–the stories could’ve lied) first chance to dream beyond the blue hori- zon’s edge, expand a midwest prairie’s view to something grander: waves […]

THE ELIZABETH ANN The rolling, rocking waves beat at the solid hulled boat with their timed sun struck force. My grin of pleasure broke bright as white caps as the slow, grinding movement thrust the boatload of tourists to the island. Spray and gulls, buoys and low, small breasted islands blend on the plexiglass window […]

ICE POND                       1 In early morning when the sun lights up last night’s beads of dew, all the way to the pond I walk through a show of spiders’ lacey art hanging from branches of the spruce.           2 Once […]