H.S. Derkin

Derkin lives on the banks of a river in the northern tip of the lower peninsula of Michigan. He does not have an MFA but he does have a wife who inexplicably has been with him for close to sixty years, and a scruffy miniature poodle mix who has been with him for twelve. When he is not writing, he enjoys staring into the wood stove fire winters, and summers plying the river in an old wood boat.

Previous Pilgrims

I am walking down a broad, stony, rocky riverbed that is almost dry. A tiny stream runs circuitously in the deepest part of the riverbed. It is hardly more than a foot wide. My brother ...