Field Recordings

The fine staff of the Good Men Project selected one of my poems this month. You can read it here . I don’t know if I channel Thoreau or not, but I was certainly thinking of an adventure at Walden Pond in college. We’d hit Concord by train, a short ride from Boston. We hiked the rails back, and crossed over into the park and stayed the night. Hollering and looping like fools in the moon and brisk fall air. Ah, good times. This poem isn't about that. That's a different poem. This poem is about chores and finding some connection to earth. Working on the lyric. That's all. A song in minor key. Peace.