Why We Go Hiking
A Poem Written on Father’s Day They humor me, I suppose. My family I mean. When I drag them out into the woods for a...
Category: Americana
Vignettes from a Morning Hike
Beech Tree by a Stream The shape of a living thing is defined by what it clings to to survive. Living things grab ahold; they...
On Leaving Home
“I returned to my childhood home only to realize it wasn’t my home I was searching for.” -unknown I grew up in a little town...
Living at the Movies…
When I was young, probably around 8 or 9 I suppose, the Gilliand family often went to the Saturday matinee movies in Newark, OH. I...