Recorded in a haze of aspen saplings
Above the cliffs along the Jaun de Fuca strait are fragments of prairie, and when I walk dutifully on the asphalt paths beside the Meadow barley, Nodding onion ...
Above the cliffs along the Jaun de Fuca strait are fragments of prairie, and when I walk dutifully on the asphalt paths beside the Meadow barley, Nodding onion ...
when blue hydrangeas shimmer in a crystal morning unnoticed and cloud formations fail my gaze and I scuttle from rock to rock and race f...
A few weeks ago I had the privilege to read at an event called, Love, Poetry and Chocolate, hosted by Victoria’s Poet Laureate, Yvonne Blomer. As part of ...
When you’re walking Ogden Point breakwater at sundown, covered in yellow light, watching the silhouette of the Olympic Mountains sharpen under a near-full...