Far from profound, its materials, mostly found It leans steel, scrap, shack
Dusting the Shack
A few months ago, reading some old shack poems, I declared, "we jacked that shack level" but I knew our jacking didn't hold up too long. And in a few weeks I'll revisit that far from level shack by the sea, hacking away at brush along the trail and nests and webs in the drafty … Continue reading Dusting the Shack
Un-plumb
leaning toward the sea but not into it when leaning to compensate for a crooked foundation is it really leaning or more an effort to stand tall and proud? I cut out half of the subfloor, then excavated rocky earth from between the still-solid joists in an attempt to put some distance between this shack's … Continue reading Un-plumb
In the Nurturing Damp
and what of that shack now that summer has come and gone and with it the rawkus stellar jay i evicted the first of two times i swung open the crooked door in search of forgotten things with what will it be filled by the people i have allowed inside during my impending absence? what … Continue reading In the Nurturing Damp
Buried by winter
three feet of wet snow on the roof of the shack I shovel the decks the steps and the roof of my house but the shack hunkers down while the beach drifts up and the hillside sloughs from the mainland all I can see is the windows and the trim board on the high side … Continue reading Buried by winter
Jonas Lamb 