DRINKING OF ELDER MEN

On Sunday morning I went to bellevue State Park to take my regular walk. As I got out of my car and started across the parking lot some...

Always been a walker, always been a writer who found poetry in the pace of a solitary jaunt. Yet it had been awhile since I went a wanderi...

I've come a mile, I'm not turning back. The morning is comfortable. My pains are not disruptive, although I can feel slight tinges...

It isn't the prettiest main street I've ever been on in my life, but somehow it seems a quintessential one. Maybe it connects time...

It felt good to be out walking again. I've come a ways now and I'm not tired and I'm not hurting badly. You want to know whe...

Here is the object of the walk, not for mere exercise. Certainly it supplies that. Yet, there is no soul in such a thing. Every morning...