While organizing books, I rediscover two small field guides, Track Finder: a guide to mammal tracks of eastern North America and Constellation Finder: a
Before locking up and turning off lights, he steps outside with their black Lab, the day’s cold soak drizzling off, shivers of mist
Rust dripped down the gray hides of Black Sea battleships docked at Sevastopol— Hannibal’s elephants knee-deep in snow. In 218 BC, the Alps were
days I’m so angry I can’t breathe in a small town that cinches round me like a noose, narrow sidewalks, narrow minds but I