Roads cut into mountain rock like long memories, though the names and dates and reasons have all been forgotten. One fresh grave among the ...

No wonder we create gods to venerate, only to eventually knock them down. If I thought it would help, I'd call for lamb's blood too....

I have written this cityscape and it has written me – chiseled into these bones, memories like the rings of trees will tell the tale when I ...

The grass will grow for sure.  Three days before the first day of Spring,  the first real rain falls  after two days of preternatural heat. ...

It's warm this year for late March. The mosquitoes have hatched and the mysterious downtown gnats have moved in. Local criers prematurel...

T hunder and rain renounce the winter and tell me it is Spring announcing itself like an overdue guest. Thunder and rain tell me somewhere ...

4/3: Fallen Cedar My landlord’s sons made short work of the fallen cedar in the side yard and hauled it away in the beds of several full-siz...

B rightly colored plastic eggs and fresh squirrel traps are hanging from the trees, blowing carefree in the breeze while the school kids, on...

1. Morning Of Woke to the first spring rain, still feeling the wonder of the rarity of water I picked up living in the desert. The sound soo...