My first of four weekly posts appeared April 2. Deleted Morsels begins:
“Lately, I’ve realized that my writing landscape is littered with pieces of essays and poems—relics cast aside and yet that I’m unwilling to totally abandon to the trash. Instead I think of these fragments as potentially useful, like the contents of a junk drawer—the screws and picture hooks, batteries, rubber bands, string and tape that might come in handy someday for connections or repairs, or to start a whole new project.
If I were writing a story about this landscape, the water would be the character. Perhaps I’d give the people bit parts, but it would be the water that you’d have to get to know. Big and slippery. Belligerent. . . .”