Much of the upper 48 states are deep into autumn by now. I thought a photo essay might be nice. And if these photos inspire a poem or a short story, all the better!
Traditional and not-so-traditional Jack-o-Lanterns.
A poet, a scholar, an administrator, a wanna-be mystic--always wrestling with the temptation to run away to join an intentional community--but would it be contemplative? social justice oriented? creative? in the mountains? in the inner city?--may as well stay planted and wrestle with these tensions and contradictions here, at the edge of America.
1 comment:
Fun! Thanks!
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