Tag: Lake Superior

Reminder

The lake can be a killer. This morning, contemplating our day up here on Lake Superior, we consulted the Weather Channel. There we found a rip tide warning specific to our stretch of beach. A rip tide, also known as an undertow, can pull… Continue Reading “Reminder”

Slow Boat No Boat

We miss Superior like we owned it and we got foreclosed for not paying taxes, not putting our canoe in the water for too long a time.We lost our Superior card, we don’t belong anymore. Sometimes when the lake was smooth like a kitchen… Continue Reading “Slow Boat No Boat”

Winter Lovers

We weren’t sure what we were looking for but we decided it wasn’t in Arizona. Our plan was to head there this morning in our truck with our two dogs to meander around and maybe see some baseball at spring training. And then just… Continue Reading “Winter Lovers”

Wait

This was the view last night out of our kitchen window. The sun was setting over Lake Superior and the high dunes of the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. The sunset was stunning, unusually vivid and massive, taking up the whole sky. So we took… Continue Reading “Wait”

Afternoon Drop-Ins

Flying grace transformed Landing, waddling, clustering Overstepping birds

Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.

When we got here two days ago, the chairs had blown every which way on the porch. We were lucky one hadn’t taken flight and gone through a window. Our canoe was lifted off the old bedspring that serves as its resting spot on… Continue Reading “Saturday on the Porch in the U.P.”

Bird Hearts

My hands are full of blue. Blue on my palms, on my fingers, my wedding ring. Not solid blue. Splotches. And the blue shows no signs of coming off soon but I know it will. I believe it will. I underestimated the blue paint,… Continue Reading “Bird Hearts”

Superior Burial

No port, no choice, no Hope, rock shelves layered, death knives Ship’s spine broken, beached

Whitefish Point Light

The light that night was meaningless, feeble; it could do no more than pretend hope, tease the drowning, be a marker for the dead. The light did last, though, despite its failure. It is still there.              

Lake Superior View

Windowsill’s stone hearts Each with its pocket story Collected for rain

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