After a long a quixotic summer, I find myself feeling more than a little drained, more than a bit tense, and more than a tad exhilarated. ...

Waiting for Gonzalo Guerrero* There is crystallized dirt as far as the eye can see. Age old trees groan in the throes of...

J.R. Skelton, Grendel's Mother (1908) Since I spent most of last week on the northern side of the dirty sacred river, my plan was t...

Jake The Alligator Man, Marsh's Free Museum, WA I don't know if Gator Men actually exist. From a purely biological and ecologic...

The Ohio River has been a physical and psychic boundary marker for as long as I can remember. Growing up in southeastern Ohio in the shado...