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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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The Race-February 6, 2016

The Race-February 6, 2016

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As I cross-country skied the other day across the hills and prairies near our greenhouses, I thought of the winter races in our area that center around skiing or snowmobiling.  Yet I had left an even more amazing winter race … Continue reading

Spring in the Greenhouse-January 31, 2016

Spring in the Greenhouse-January 31, 2016

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The greenhouses are clean, ready, and waiting.  Flats have been seeded and are awaiting the warmth and moisture of the greenhouse. Each day creeps a bit closer to the Equinox and even though it is not evident in the weather … Continue reading

Supper on Ice-January 25, 2016

Supper on Ice-January 25, 2016

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After a long and very nice fall the sub-zero cold has arrived and with it thick, solid ice on most area lakes.  Ice fishermen have now gotten onto the lakes for the ice-fishing season.  Fresh walleye is once again on … Continue reading

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