Lest anyone think I’m a great tracker: I ran into my mother out snowshoeing this morning, and she described fisher tracks and told me where to look for them. Thanks, Mom!
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I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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