Spending 84 hours in the woods without food, proper shelter or my own baggage.

A short poem about navigating through the Doldrums.

A modern English adaptation of a very old song of the sea—perhaps one of the first.

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may." — Robert Herrick

Photos from 24 hours of no screens, circumnavigating the peninsula.

Vocational aphorisms from a comically unreliable source.

Gleanings from four decades of skipping rocks.

They used to work together, back in the long ago. But no one remembers that time.

A triolet about what is perhaps our most common mistake: looking around and presuming that's all there is.

Not all that's golden is glorious. Not all those who wander are welcome.