Orange hawkweed
I don’t mind my feet stuck in hardpan or moss between my toes.I don’t mind the droughtand I don’t mind the storm.I have no need to flyanything...
Category: Beauty
Fundamental Ignorance
The following is a kind of polemical poem, written against myself, inspired in part, in edging close to the end of a 25-year career in social care with Hope Mis...
Poems and pictures from the Sonoran Desert
In time, after many hikes, with our hosts (my sister and brother-in-law), these prairie-born eyes gained some pause and poise—enough at least to walk within, le...
A lunar life
A lunar life I wake at three with the half-moon bathing my face.I turn to it full-eyed, expectant, waitingfor its pale light to fill me with some new power. Whe...