Kentucky has coal
but also cool rainforests
(midsummer cooldowns)

enough rain will fall
in two days to flood a creek
drunk by my puppy


water is the life
that sustains these roadside farms
its blood for our blood

Kentucky has coal
but also cool rainforests
(midsummer cooldowns)

enough rain will fall
in two days to flood a creek
drunk by my puppy


water is the life
that sustains these roadside farms
its blood for our blood

tractors welcome here
along these hilly horse farms
(barns worth more than homes)


you’ll rarely pass cars
as you meander back roads
in this life cycle


you might find castles
hidden in the morning mist
waiting to fill you

locally grown food
waiting at a king’s table
between life cycles


don’t let the rain win
it’s a porch-swing afternoon
filling this cycle



i can’t capture this:
the words, the joy, the city
it’s all in this swing
i can’t capture them
filled with adolescent angst
yet so forgiving

a summer road trip
(there’s not without one)
they live it, breathe it

i can’t capture stress
it won’t fit in this market
nor on this road home


the sound of leaf breeze
is impossible to miss
from the top? perfect



there’s just nothing like
five giddy little-teen girls
breathing us all in



our poor Daddy
outnumbered seven to one
without one complaint

handmade arts and crafts
working their way through college
the way it should be


artisans, trees:
intertwine their native souls
to make Earth special


Kentucky kayaks
have defined my sister’s life
this past fifteen years

through all the algae
fighting through climate crises
we keep paddling

life is a rope swing
make a running circle out
and don’t hit the tree

those just-jumped-in grins
can win our independence
from a dark future

the sun follows us
across six midwestern states
and lights these fires

firecrackers rule
the soft sunset in the hills
of Kentucky


we discover shade
from the afternoon fire
with native trees; food

no high gas prices
can stop this reunion’s joy
after five weeks gone
