Main Projects

February 14, 2022 6

Love

So many ways to love. And so many entities: people and animals and objects. This being an H2O blog, maybe [...]

December 31, 2021 0

Frames

Sometimes, in writing, we use a technique known as framing. We book-end a story between a beginning and [...]

November 21, 2021 2

Giving

This time last year, my brother Jon and I had just begun cleaning personal belongings out of my father’s [...]

October 31, 2021 8

Haunted

Nothing in the world is truly separate, say the physicists and Zen priests, all of us borderless entities of [...]

July 22, 2021 2

“Swimming Grand Canyon is a most unusual take on the place, contained in quirky poems from Lawton’s life on her way downstream . . . Lives loved, loves lost, detours, and roads not taken. Her writing is beautiful and rich. Each poem is carefully crafted, and each line points directly to its target. Metaphors for our lives burst into our consciousness and deepen our own experience. Every poem is an unexpected gem, its own universe. Whatever you think these poems will be—they are not that.” —Christopher Brown [...]

March 16, 2021 14

Bubble

"We don't grieve in a bubble," my bereavement counselor tells me. She's been advising me about grief, not only as an experience, but as a process and opportunity for learning. There's been no way to talk about the death of my father late last year without framing it within 2020's overwhelming and worldwide losses. Piled on top of those, grief feels bigger. Cumulative. We build grief debt, as others have called the build-up of loss upon loss upon mounting loss. [...]

February 28, 2021 7

Soul

When I was a river guide I carried Barry Lopez's River Notes in my ammo box. I liked to lend it to the passengers or read essays from it aloud on my raft. In 2015, I told Barry about its importance to me the first time we had a conversation of more than a few words. He looked at me carefully for a minute and went back to his work. Later I learned through his wife Debra Gwartney how uncomfortable he was hearing that kind of praise. Maybe the words cast him as a god in a way that put pressure on our friendship. [...]