In Sickness
A blue flame licked the already warm cast iron pot A splatter of olive oil quickly came to temperature The … Continue reading In Sickness
Category: Wilderness Poetry
The Morning Call
Chirps, clicks and hoots animate all the trees
A distant rooster tests his voice Continue reading The Morning Call
Quantifying backpacking
I wrote this on the last night of my 2016 backpacking trip in the Cohutta and Big Frog Wilderness Areas. I wanted to emphasize the richness of a healthy perspective over the purposelessness of cold statistics. Continue reading Quantifying backpacking
Big Frog Mountain’s rebirth
The Cherokee imagined that the Cohutta mountains served to support the sky. My understanding is that the word “Cohutta” can be translated as “a shed roof supported on poles”. Also, the Cherokee held the spring frog in high regard as it had the unique ability to climb and it announced the arrival of spring with its awakening from hibernation. These thoughts led me to imagine the mountain as an old man coming to life after a long winter. Continue reading Big Frog Mountain’s rebirth
Summer gusts
I had backpacking on my mind lately, so I wrote this when I woke up this morning. Continue reading Summer gusts
A morning storm
I wrote a poem about this morning’s weather. It’s not unusual for me to write, but it is rare I let anyone see anything I’ve written. I hope you enjoy. Continue reading A morning storm
Primitive Joe 