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Jeff Gundy
Jeff Gundy’s most recent book is Wind Farm (Dos Madres Press), a collection of lyrical essays about the Illinois landscape of his youth.
Greasing the Plow
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, ...
Short Sleeve February
At the playground a girl managed to climb up onto the high spinny thing, her brothers reaching,...
Why I Keep Shoveling the Cursed Driveway
Cars waver down the glassy streets,
somebody in a pickup scrapes the parking lot.
Nobody trusts anybody to stop for the signs.
Every cough, mine or yours, might tip us off...
Little Bridges
for Mary Szybist, and after Rilke
God is in the space at the hub of the wheel,
but God is not only there....
Sunset Hill, Father’s Day
Exercise, observation and contemplation are not mutually exclusive
but may be orthogonal to each other, if I understand that word...
Running across the pews
Just once during a potluck I went upstairs with some
of my friends, our parents still nibbling and chatting...
Natural theology in the late pandemic
At the National Quarry, aka Cob Lake, a mother and daughter
and their dog stop ahead of me—they want him to chase a squirrel,...
Ways to fail to change an American mind, even with a solid hook and a bridge to die for
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?...
The wind farmer releases the wind
The strange notion of rûaḥ in the Hebrew Scriptures shatters
taxonomies, leaving us to ask mistakenly, “Is rûaḥ wind? Breath?...
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Quarry Hollow: Rules and intimations
Three days without news of the campaign is as good as a stiff martini before dinner,...
Sunset Hill
The birds are still negotiating, defending their territory,
or just playing with sound and breath. From where I walk...
Determinism on a summer morning in the Midwest
There’s no such thing as free will and that’s bad, or so says / Stephen Cave in The Atlantic.
On the way to Denver
From above, the clouds are always white. Color
is a construct. Words are bricks & mortar, studs
& drywall. Methane is invisible to the human eye....