Snow day

The wind shakes the snow from the trees, the trees are a snow sifter.

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A tree grows in Belgium

In Boom, Belgium, we lived for a short time with a woman named Gusta. She lived on a narrow street, paved with bricks, or maybe it was just that the narrow brick houses were so close together that I've remembered everything as brick. The children in that town

The order of things

Throw on a hoodie and step into your boots. Go out back, break the ice in the bucket so the juncos, cardinals and squirrels can drink. Back inside, measure out the coffee beans, grind them. When the water reaches two-hundred-and-five-degrees, slowly pour it in concentric circles over the coffee. (Play

A twenty

I found a twenty on the floor and picked it up. If it had been a hundred I would have tried to find its owner. I didn't think about how I'd do that, because it wasn't a hundred, it was a twenty. A twenty

That netted out

A bike industry veteran once told me that historically, mom-and-pop shops had the best credit, because the "mom" always had stamps on her person. She could mail checks to vendors in a timely fashion. I do carry stamps on my person, or nearly s0 – they are in the

Beaver Moon

This is just to say

Farfalle

We’ve been out in Jersey for a year now. Our first mowing season is behind us, we’ve entered our second leaf-blowing season. By ours, I mean: around us. We did mow a few times this summer, with a relatively quiet electric mower, but we haven’t tried to

Not what you expected

On a cold February night

That good light

We have it in Jersey, too.

That it was very hard to establish a routine

Prose with line breaks

One small town leads to another

A man in a diner