Why is it that when Things are wrapped in plastic they are more exciting? I found a corner of your chip bag at the beach – white, color faded
Posts Tagged: Pollution
Mudpuppying in Chicago: My Story
On frigid cold January weekends, my grandpa used to take me ice fishing on Beebe Lake, in Saint Michael, Minnesota. As we sat there quietly on our plastic buckets, waiting for our bobbers to plunge, I remember marveling at all the clusters of people clad in marshmallow jumpsuits, eyes peeled on their 10” holes. In… Read more »
VANISHING FOOTSTEPS
The abundant yet minute pasture grasses spring underfoot. Woodcock silhouette flies by once, twice, as I walk away from the plum patch below the inter-aged tree planting. I walk towards the call of frogs after first finding the woodcock caller on the wing in a triangle of corn stubble, brome, and prairie burned into the… Read more »
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