Tag: gregory ormson

  • Blue and Broken in the Keweenaw

    Blue and Broken in the Keweenaw

    BLUE AND BROKEN IN THE KEWEENAW Thorburn and I got scolded by a grade school principal in Michigan’s Copper Country. But come on, we were, and are writers. Back then, we were hungry and broke too. Russell Thorburn, Upper Michigan’s first Poet Laureate, had been hired to travel through Michigan’s Upper Peninsula schools to lead…

  • A Dust Bath for Five Chickens: satisfaction in small things

    A Dust Bath for Five Chickens: satisfaction in small things

    I’m in Wisconsin, helping my daughter with a small chicken project. Her five chickens needed a bin in the coop to take their dust baths. So we gathered a couple of old vegetable beds and transferred the soil into sheltered boxes where they could scratch, roll, and clean their feathers. Building a dust bath for…

  • YOGATECTURE: The Elegant Arc of Change

    YOGATECTURE: The Elegant Arc of Change

    Originally published in Asana International Yoga Journal on October 2, 2017 Yoga empowers and brings seeds to fruition. From the mat up, yoga-tec-ture is the process of yoga. And the process of yoga is the work of personal transformation formed by the elegance and heritage of an ancient blueprint that molds bodies, minds, and spirits.…

  • Team Flame Takes the Field for The Twin Bill

    Team Flame Takes the Field for The Twin Bill

    Today is publication day, and I am delighted to share that my essay, “Team Flame,” appears in Issue 24 of The Twin Bill. The Twin Bill is a literary quarterly devoted to baseball writing and art. Each year, the journal releases a special issue on the day of Major League Baseball’s All-Star Game, bringing together…

  • Yoga Reset From the Inside

    Yoga Reset From the Inside

    My latest article published in OM Yoga Magazine May 1, 2026 A yoga reset from the inside takes time. And when we stay long enough, the surface may may open-up, curl, or crack like birch bark drying in the sun. But eventually, resistance to self-discovery and tuning into self gives way, and what begins showing…

  • Why Liturgist of the Land

    Why Liturgist of the Land

    A Single Work Completed Does anyone experience a single work completed? A work done so perfectly that nothing more needs to be added or taken away. In my recent lyric essay “Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed,” the entire meditation turns on four actions. They form the simplest structure of labor I have…

  • Why “Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed” Matters

    Why “Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed” Matters

    Dig.Dump.Bury.Cover. Sometimes a piece of writing begins with an image that won’t leave . . . with fish remains buried in a deep hole. In “Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed,” It was simple and exact: a gravedigger finishing the work in a deliberate sequence: Dig. Dump. Bury. Cover. Nothing added for appearance,…

  • “Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed”

    “Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed”

    Originally published in Flash the Court, March 2026 Read the full essay at Flash the Court                  Liturgist of the Land: A Single Work Completed Look around. People are constantly checking their cell phones. Something must be left undone. A complete fucking incompleteness, a permanent, angst-driven scratch. Sisyphus whined, “In this rhythm, I am caught.”…

  • Sandbags Saddlebags & Resilience

    Sandbags Saddlebags & Resilience

    (Run to the Rez, San Carlos, AZ. 2025) Globe was still wet from the flood when bikers walked Broad Street to fill their poker run cards. Two weeks earlier, water had swallowed the town and pushed its way into storefronts, wrecking dreams and leaving behind mounds of debris — and ruined inventory. On Broad Street…

  • Returning from There part iii

    Returning from There part iii

    IT LIES . . . (Google Maps), telling me a trip from Arizona to central Wisconsin is 1800 miles and 26 hours by car. Truth is, it’s nearly 5 days Returning From There, moving from hot to cold and back to hot again. It takes a certain kind of sisu to drive that shit, a…