Field Observations

This is the place where you can find my observations on life in Nebraska and the universe.  Encounters. Walkabouts.  Sightings.  The surprises that come when we let ourselves be strangers in a strange land.  An every day migrant.  Looking and listening as if our lives depended on it.  Because they do.

The Assisted Living Beaver Lodge

Published Thursday, October 19, 2017

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Early This Morning My Friend Died

Published Saturday, August 19, 2017

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Double haiku from my dead dog

Published Friday, April 21, 2017

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Double haiku for restoring connectivity

Published Friday, April 21, 2017

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Prose Poem for the Holidays 2016

Published Sunday, December 18, 2016

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Grasping the Nettle

Published Thursday, November 10, 2016

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Magical Feasts and Flying Carpets

Published Sunday, November 6, 2016

Coming to Omaha was not in the plan. But we had a good reason to come for a while. Staying in Omaha was not our plan. We were abducted by its charms.

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Truckers Chapel

Published Thursday, October 27, 2016

I’m in the parking lot of a truck stop in York Nebraska looking at a semi-trailer detached from its tractor unit and set down on its landing gear. TRUCKERS CHAPEL, the letters on the side of the trailer say.

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Celosia

Published Sunday, August 14, 2016

The pioneer woman stands in the door of a sod house with a blue enamel basin of rinse water in her hands. Early morning and the air already simmers. She listens to the rustle of grasshoppers. She narrows her eyes and watches her husband and son light fires at the edge of the cornfield. Smoke from green cottonwood branches rises, floats over the corn, and settles. Hoppers rise, swirl, and settle back in place.

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Pahuk

Published Sunday, January 10, 2016

This is sweetness.

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