It was so close to Winter, with trees mostly bare and morning frost common. And warm days were becoming rare and cooled early. Pumpkins were still laid about, conspicuous but comforting. It must have been their color, so intense, in a landscape that was rapidly browning.
Read MoreSometimes, actually often, there are thoughts that seem to occupy more than their share of my mind. So, I write them down. Let them loose. That’s how poetry comes to be. It’s the bridge between here and that other place we can’t aptly name.
Read MoreI walked out into a cooler air this morning. It was as if someone had finally found the switch to turn down the awful heat of the last month or so. I stood there in relief and took the deepest breath I had taken all summer.
Read MoreAnother Winter morning in this desert and clouds gather again to await the sun and the ever changing color of its brush.
Read MoreThis year the monsoons have been very kind. Abundance is everywhere. Overflowing actually. It's loud and wild.
Read MoreThe only painting I have done in the last week is some house painting.
Read MoreWhile out with the dog this morning, a crow was atop a low juniper tree calling. It was quite cold out and a tiny cloud of breath formed with each caw.
Read MoreI REMEMBER THINGS. Small things. Moments memorized, lightly carried like tiny treasures across time.
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