2020

I went elk hunting one day this October. A friend went with me. We got to the spot I'd planned to leave the truck, and -- nobody was there! With plenty of dark before dawn we set out for the short hike to the spot I wanted to glass. I'd hunted birds there several times …

So Long, Angus

I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of the marshesTil age had brought me to the sea--Hart Crane, "Repose of Rivers" Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly compare meBut ya can't get near me--Shock G, "The Humpty Dance" Hart Crane's incredible poem "Repose of Rivers" shows how memory makes up knowing and how we can't …