poem by Dave Morrison they can’t harm you; on paper clusters of tiny bird footprints, hieroglyphs, maps, symbols, shapes drawn in the dirt with a stick, traces of graphite, lines of ink like the slick of a tiny black snail, marks, scratches, stains. To the ear they are just puffs of breath chewed, kissed, bitten, […]

photograph, text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist Spent three days in Baxter State Park, primarily at South Branch Pond Campground in the northeast corner of the park, so that I could lead a session on journaling and haiku for the ten cool kids in the Maine Youth Wilderness Leadership Program. As preparation for my session, […]