It used to be that I could run up a mountain. I made mountains out of prairie hills, running up those 200 perfect wooden steps over and over from the river valley to the plateau and back. Ran until my thighs burned, my calves ached. I ran up and paused at the top, my line… Read More

I’ve wanted to draw out this joke since a car with a giant spoiler drove by my house a little while ago.  

    whatever it is that you planted in all those nights walking in the moonlight trust that this quiet as they hush into the earth is the quiet of revolution that the roots are gathering all their courage and strength and that they hold gratitude for you – z. todd