KRISTOPHER     DRUMMOND

I am a two-faced thing. Sometimes I'm awash with words to and from the river; churning and gushing, pounding war drum rhythms; unbreakabl...

Last night, I stared into a mirror and told the story of what I saw. A naked man with a love of tenderness A time-bound boy, fighting the...

What will it be like to be shaken, Jobs taken, Economy breakin, Quarantined, locked down, With only the questions that matter? Wondering w...

I haven't done anything today the exhaustion is strong Holding me at the base of my neck, like a mother lion holding her young. I have se...

Let us say what is happening. What is happening is we, rather than our carbon, are sequestered. What is happening is the great progress p...

This morning, lies became real simply by their telling. This morning, the sunrise lost its lustre. This morning, I swore off progress for...

It’s strange to watch a tree die.  It happens slow, over the course of years.  You have to be in the same place, geographically speakin...

Last night I tried to sleep in a tin-sided shepherd’s hut on the rugged northern edge of Iona, an island off the west coast of Scotland a...

My heart is broken. I realize it in slow motion, however. Busy days blanket over the truth. Projects keep me rushing; rushing for the sw...

Digging in, to die. Reversing the spin of misplaced orbit, interrupting the cynical cycles of restless yearning. A pause is eternity, is ...

If, if I could wind The rusty hinges of your clock Back to the place, the beginning, where the numbers disappear and the hands rest forev...

September: Most notable for the Green Day song that encourages an month-long nap. For other reasons, it's become one of my favorite month...

Your mom's garden is incredible, old buddy.  It's really thriving this year.  The corn is taller than her--although that's not saying m...