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Welcome to Flyover Country, the vast and delicious expanse between the coasts. Here is where I work and travel, writing about the ordinary, knowing that it is really extraordinary. Nonstop flights from New York to Los Angeles constantly fly over us:

Gene R. Stark Meets With Fans At Book Launch EventSilver wings and contrails paint names
Across our sky,
They fly from coast to coast.
Quick gaze at our patchwork land
Once white and black, then green and blue
Glide through, enroute.
Little glance from laptop light
To silent scenes below
They come and in a cutting shard they go.
Yet our fathers left us here
To work the space and
Pump the bounty to the coasts,
And keep the secrets of the land.
We stand, look up, wonder where they go,
Thank God they mostly do.
Excerpt from Flyover Seasons
(North Star Press 2012)
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Finding the Past in the Grass-August 29, 2015

Finding the Past in the Grass-August 29, 2015

August 30a

It was near one of the wetlands on our place.  Tall native grass and a few trees have taken the area over.  It’s where I stumbled onto the past. Half-hidden in the tall grass, the remnants of a one-hundred-year old … Continue reading

Wild Rice-Manoomin-August 23, 2015

Wild Rice-Manoomin-August 23, 2015

Rice 2

We are fortunate here in northern flyover country to have a native edible grain.  Scientifically known as Zizania palustris, the Northern Wild Rice is a wonderful delicacy, used extensively by the native Ojibwa and Dakota who originally inhabited this area. … Continue reading

A Stickily Conundrum-August 9, 2015

A Stickily Conundrum-August 9, 2015

August 9a

It is not unusual to think of thistles as an unwelcome occurrence in the landscape. The invasive Canada thistle can indeed be a pretty nasty customer to get under control. Yet, our American Goldfinch, a colorful yellow and black bird, … Continue reading

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