Too Late?
Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, […]
natural world
Sun. Stone. Sky
Annie Leibovitz These pastels, handmade by the late painter, Georgia O’Keefe, were colored with ingredients found in the local landscape at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico. Every day on
You know how I like barbed wire
You know how I like barbed wire, how it twists Around old wood How fenceposts lean; how I like to find a good place To sit down on
It’s Time to Say Au Revoir (to summer)
Watery memories of summer, sun streaked and showy the texture of perfect loveliness the sea’s desire a kind of praise a creature of summer, herself, rounded and
Sports Fans
THE RIVER (HE) IS UNSTOPPABLE spring reigns, break-up pervades and we sit, around a campfire on the bank, watching the pre-game show, slow the brown river runs, undulant under the
Make Room
Make Room what tall boats sailed under snow on these dry-blue beds crushed by the weight of heavy moons and black ground how many layers of bones lie below
Sanctuary
The snow kept falling and ice seized as winter pressed dark and hard Exhaustion mounted layered high as the banks of a deep river draining your strength, dry. Though no
It will be summer, always
Gold Mint Trail, Hatcher Pass Today is not a day I dreamed…it will be summer, always
Pleistocene
Human artifacts poke out of the ice: a thermos of coffee, magazines, a woman’s purse, shoes, a child’s doll: intact after the plane crashed in icy blue mountains circling the