Chuck Stringer's first poetry collection, By Fowlers Fork, chronicles his daily walks by a suburban creek near his home in Northern Kentucky. Beginning in the early days of the pandemic, these poems document one man's efforts to enter, experience, and name the abundance of flora and fauna, habitat and history found in and along the creek's flowing. From its Ordovician fossil past, through its Fort Ancient artifacts and presences, to the spray paint graffiti of local teens, By Fowlers Fork takes the reader on an intimate journey into one creek's sacred space and time, and its unexpected wildness: "an ode to wildness, to constancy, to mystery, and to knowing one's place in the world" (Pauletta Hansel), "an uncanny praise song...toned with sensory exuberance and lyrical variety" (Sherry Cook Stanforth); "a daily immersion in the fullness of time and the wild" (Richard Hague).