Arroyo
Just north of El Prado, the land slopes down toward Hondo Valley. A green Forest Service truck and vintage motorbikes rest inside the curve of a nearby switchback, rimmed with …
If These Walls Could Talk
There was overarching solace in the greying of the dayas diurnal irritations came unwound.And my bedroom walls were sentinels of quiet to my mind:every worry fell like snowflakes to the …
A Little Wren in Winter
She flits among the holly leaves,a tiny dappled short-winged wren;she sings with joy above the eaves,announcing hope throughout the glen. Her songs now tell of longer days,of glistening snow and …
Conjecture
She has so many questionsand I’m sure she’ll stump me soon.Like why’s the sun so yellowand just how big’s the moon? The curve of the horizonand the work of gravityare …
Lord Owen
Lord Owen lay in far Cathay Upon a spread of faded red With open eyes that didn’t see The smoke-clad snakes of ebony That coiled above his bed, For he …