Rewrite the Past

The other day I decided I was going to start telling people that my parents died in a plane crash while delivering medical supplies in the Congo. My father was a pilot and my mother a doctor and they had created a non-profit organization back in the 70s that was their life’s work. They livedContinue reading “Rewrite the Past”

Not Always Rose Hips and Honey

Two days ago we were pregnant.Today, we are not.Life and death can happen within a single hummingbird’s wing flap.Ravens soared with 40 mph wind gusts today, they did not laugh, instead- They cried a melancholy “Caw!” and then were gone. Savanna returned home from the blood test with a Hazelnut Chocolate Bar, so I knewContinue reading “Not Always Rose Hips and Honey”

Cutting Grass on a Sunny Day

In airborne school we cut the grass with scissors. I didn’t realize how important the lesson on patience, tolerance, and acceptance would be on my life, especially in parenthood. Not to mention how grateful it made me for lawn mowers. I didn’t appreciate them quite like I should have. What do you not appreciate quiteContinue reading “Cutting Grass on a Sunny Day”

In Honor of 4/20

While I don’t drink or smoke weed anymore, I certainly use to do both… a lot! This poem was written in 2008 while doing a lot of smoking, drinking and traveling in Thailand… Oh God, I can’t wait to go back to Thailand as a sober man! Sometimes when I read this poem, my addictContinue reading “In Honor of 4/20”

Healing Powers of Plants

“Who is going to market today?” asked the professor of my Practice of Sustainable Agriculture Course in College.Everybody’s hands shot up.Market is where the farmer is validated, seen, thanked; market on campus is where students flirt and pretty girls see handsome farm guys. Our teacher divvied up harvest tasks.“You’re bunching radishes, you’re doing beets, youContinue reading “Healing Powers of Plants”

This is Why I Live Here

Finally! Spring is here! Today was warm and clear with sunshine from 7 am until just now at 9 pm as the sun sets and I sit in the Laz-e-boy writing this post while Savanna breastfeeds Primrose and rocks her to sleep on the other side of the wood stove. 11 flats of plants takesContinue reading “This is Why I Live Here”

Not All Days Are As Good As Pie

Yesterday I had a rough day. My counselor asked me what I was angry about and I said, “I’m angry about my fucking parents dying; I’m angry about going to war; I’m angry about still not being a paid writer; I’m angry about not being a paid farmer; I’m angry about feeling insufficient.” And whoContinue reading “Not All Days Are As Good As Pie”

Pecan Pie

Every Wednesday Savanna, Primrose and I go to our good friends’, Barry and Donna White’s home for supper. We cherish this weekly routine as one of the only social events we do at all, especially during Covid Timez. Last week, I mentioned to Donna that my favorite pie is easily Pecan, and what the heckContinue reading “Pecan Pie”

Importance of Having a Home

I am a very, very lucky man. I have a warm home with two heaters, a few small leaks in the roof and fresh air that streams through the trim around north facing windows. The floor is cold but not frozen. Our bath tub is currently full of dirty water from doing the laundry, ourContinue reading “Importance of Having a Home”

Evidence Intake Center

I received mail today denying me of any form of disability from the VA relating to my ankles, knees, upper back and neck, and hearing. There is no evidence that my four and a half years as an airborne infantryman, with two years in Iraq, had any impact on those parts of my body. IContinue reading “Evidence Intake Center”