Undercurrents

Fall is my favorite season. It’s that in-between, messy time when summer’s wild growth stops, the heat and humidity abate, and the natural world begins to slow down. The deep greens become golden, fiery, the leaves tumble into piles and drift along the roadsides and...

There’s always a little bit of heaven in a disaster area. —Hugh Romney at Woodstock

When former NC Poet Laureate Joseph Bathanti asked me to submit a poem for consideration as part of an anthology commemorating the…