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...
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...
It started slow—a bead of warmth at the base of my stomach. It was an ordinary day, it may even have been a Monday, but this detail escapes me. There was nothin...
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...
Sun rolling over boats in the bay, the lake like glass under a lone rower, the scull, a thin watery wedge. Breach of rainbow trout, screech of an osprey, wind o...