Another Open Letter To You, My Dearest Mother

Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.

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The Trail to Long Creek Falls

Some days, I walk miles with a story on my tongue, waiting for some hapless bystander to walk by so I can tell it to them. Other days, I realize the internets have everything I need. Why wait for hapless bystanders when I have you? Trapped. Staring at your shiny pixelated screen. Yes, technically you…

An Open Letter to My Mother

Dearest Ma, I hope this letter finds you well. I just wanted to thank you for lending me the smallest brotherski for these past several weeks. It was very nice while it was around. Unfortunately, however, I appear to have lost it. Tragically. It was somewhere in section 29 of the Pinhoti Trail. On a…

Only occasionally small mallets

It spins about softly in my hands, and I grasp it firmly- just so- as the clouds wring themselves dry through the clear windowpane. Sometimes it is hard to see the shape of a thing at first, and so you wait, all quiet, to see what it should become. Sometimes you must knock small bits…