The Eleven Point River was running full and fast. From Greer Access, floating downriver through Stair Step Hole, whistling past Graveyard Hollow, I crossed Mary Decker Shoal, passed Hurricane Creek, the Turner Mill wheel and Stinking Pond, rounded Horseshoe Bend, … Read More
Ode to frost
Tonight your plants and mine sit outside under a carnival of covers. Old bedsheets and tarps. And six old deck umbrellas, cranky and unwieldly. My back yard looks like the circus came to town.
Hell, Freeze Us Over
I’m not superstitious. Good thing. Behind a curtain of clouds, the full moon ushers in Friday the 13th, a day forecasters predict will seal the middle of Missouri in up to an inch of ice. What could go wrong? Erifnus … Read More