On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center

Under an empty sky and blank rock, a thousand little fragments trudge along a plank path to appreciate what is hidden. Are there billy goat trolls hidden under this bridge to beyond? Something always is hidden beneath or beyond belief. Under the hollow path is nothing but shadow and the clomp of a thousand fragments … Continue reading On the Trail to Hidden Lake from Logan Pass Visitor’s Center

Waiting for Fireworks at Antietam National Battlefield

The orchestra begins “O, say can you see,” and in the dusk those boys rise again from the tree line and form in rows sung into them with “Mine eyes have seen the glory.” Ranks waver and writhe like banners over rise and hollow. And boys begin to fall. Gaps appear and close, a fatal … Continue reading Waiting for Fireworks at Antietam National Battlefield