Nature
Snake Without Skin
I write down my arm, into my journal, every day. I tear the pages from the book, crumple them, use them to build a fire at night. Every word that
Uprooted: Salt Lake City
We move through the sagebrush corpse. Weeds tumble, holding onto themselves, their stick fingers grip their stick bones, pushed by 100 mph gusts. Winds howl at the moon and the
The Chiricahuas
What is intimacy? I ask the moon. I ask Mother Earth. I ask Douglas Firs and fields of irises and Ponderosa Pines pondering. I ask the furry ferns that grow
Creative Contributions: Earth Day
Even in COVID times, there is always something to give, and there is always something to hope for. Turning the focus on the environment, art, and education right now, Archie
Mama Earth Is On Her Moon
Mama Earth is on her Moon. We are the first days of her menstruation, the heaviest flowing. She releases the nest we were building in her body. She does not
Sea Glass Soul
My past was present and my future was waiting. We sat together playing, me and these three. Building drizzle castles of sand, wet and waning, we watched them dry, impossible
Porch Time
Yesterday a red-tailed hawkFollowed me home. He knewI had felt alone. These are days to wear softnessOn our skin, to hold ourselves tenderIn hugging hands, with forgiving fingers.These are days
#29: 15 of 72 Bikers in Tucson
Today was a day for the wheels. I wanted to try my hand, or my pedals, at mountain biking and for me, that means mountain biking lite. I was going
