Escape. In these days of sheltering in place and self isolating, it is so desired it's become even more of an opiate than usual — and perhaps harder to come by than a drug.

A journal entry from 11 years ago --and the sense of smell--take me to Colombia.

Another prompt has me thinking about the cyclical nature of things.

Saunders' new short story is impressive, but.

The goal is to write poems, even bad ones!

A tricube poem for April 1.

Look to nature's patterns to help you establish your own and get through these uncertain days.

A conversation with 20-year-old hoboes on the streets of Chicago makes me think about my own plans.

Farm life is hard, but for this farmer-writer dealing with the fallout of a failed crop, it feels worse than usual.