Keith Taylor

“We walk down the trail at the edge
of Carp Creek, almost to its mouth,
then wade across.” Keith Taylor spends time in the creek and forest in “Into the Hemlock Forest.”

“After the chopping and hauling away were over, the long-lived dryads must have had no place to roost.” Keith Taylor reflects on his backyard in “Spirits in the Backyard.”

“The moon is red tonight and there’s a tang of pine smoke in the air.” Keith Taylor reflects on the 2023 haze.