“There are strange things done in the midnight sun, by the men who moil for gold…” So starts the first verse of Robert Service’s classic poem The Cremation of Sam McGee. There is a great story woven into the rhyme…
Poetry and the River
Absurdity
5:30am on an Arctic morning and I was barefoot, standing in three inches of wet snow, wearing just my boxer shorts and holding a 12-gauge shotgun in my hand. That was the moment I realized the absurdity of what I…