I float.
Five feet above the rusty ground, swaying with each step of the horse like the rolling tides of the ocean that seems so very far away in...
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Shannon King | Horseback Riding Blog | Cowboy Poetry | Travel Blog | Experiential Prose
Valles Caldera National Preserve, NM
The ravens followed us, I’m sure of it, moving off their perch on a nearby hog trap and into the pines. And the dandelions are bigger...
April 13, 2024 – Las Cienegas to Geronimo’s Trail, Peloncillo Mountains
It’s colder today, no doubt a function of yesterday’s wind, but at least it has ceased for now. I imagine it carries a constant presence...
At the confluence of Carson and Santa Fe National Forests and the Chama River Canyon Wilderness, New Mexico
It’s been a minute, since I’ve written to you my love and I am sorry for that. I have been tired, at a loss for words, swept up in this...
TO DREAM IS THE THING.
Unwanted. She is a mangy thing after all. Her fur a patchwork of desert sand and ash, bristled and wiry. Lush in places, starved in...
El Camino del Diablo, Cabeza Prieta Wildlife Refuge, AZ
There is a woman I covet. I lose her. I find her. I lose her again and each time I hope she stays a little longer than the last. Her...
Book excerpt: Lake Arrowhead State Park, Texas - Dec 2020
I dreamt of a coyote last night - trotting along beside me. As oblivious to my presence as I am enamored with hers. A big, scruffy,...
An undercurrent of chaos.
I met a man in Ajo the other day, I could see the boy in him still. Another in Columbus. Where’re ya going cowgirl? A glance downward at...
Miller Canyon Wilderness, Huachuca Mtns, AZ
Who am I and when did that question become so difficult? A mother. A writer. A woman trying to make sense of it all, balancing the past...
Wind.
It is not my job to please another. Nor yours for that matter. In southern Arizona he wind is still blowing and my face is warm from the...
Somewhere in New Mexico
When I woke this morning there was snow on the mountain tops, both the Little Hatchet and her big brother to the south. It wasn’t there...
Thru the Gray
In a world of black and white I see permeations of gray. Likely some holdover from long ago when love hid in disguise behind a simple...
Somewhere in New Mexico
I cannot explain myself to you – nor to me for that matter. But I can tell you, the routine of a life repeated endlessly day after day is...
Be kind - you're in there somewhere.
This house is full of dust. It is doubtful it will ever be clean. I sweep and sweep but it penetrates every crack and crevice. And I bend...
Oh Mesa de Anguila, you slippery, slidey thing you
I swing the saddle up, lean into the horse and gaze toward Mesa de Anguila - one of the least visited areas of Big Bend National Park -...
This ride's for you
Big Bend National Park, Texas The first thing that changed was my hands. Short but clean nails are now dirty and ragged. Rings no longer...
OK, let’s go down the rabbit hole (a compilation)
If I had a secret code, it would be one of eagles and roosters. Of stars nesting in blackness. The simmer of an arced flame and the slow...
Do not confuse the writer with the woman.
Of being alone with being lonely. You see, both have their place. Just as the sun completes the moon and the rain gives way to clear blue...
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