A Strange Little Almost-Poem About Manholes (Yes, Really), Left on Top of One in the Middle of a Field

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * A few weeks ago, a wrote an almost-poem about manholes. I kid you not. I found a particularly […]

A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]

An Almost-Poem, Left Under the Williamson Road Overpass (and also: What I Talk About When I Talk About Poetry): Day Fourteen

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * It’s been awhile since I shared anything here that approached what some people call by the name “poetry.” […]

A Revelation, Tucked in a Box Left on the Herbert Davies Memorial Bridge: Day Seven

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * The mockingbird warbling in the bush beneath my window — surely he never stops his mouth […]

Instructions, Tucked Between Two Books in the Public Library: Day Five

This post is part of a series.  To read more, click here. * First things first:  English teachers of the old-school Orthodox variety, gifted literary critics, and serious professors of poetry and the analysis thereof:  for your own sanity, please avert your eyes. Okay then… * A few weeks ago, I had a funny conversation with my […]

Words, Taped to the Underside of a Table at a Blacksburg Pizza Parlor: Day Two

This post is part of a series.  To read more, start here. * Today, Thomas and I drove back the way we once came. We steered the car onto I-81, south toward the New River Valley.  Eight years ago, when we were newlyweds, this place was our introduction to Appalachia.  It was a season of my life that […]