So I fill in the blanks. It is, and I am... and every now and then it will be. I ask myself that every day. When the power goes out, the...

The big dipper pours a mixture of sludge and hope onto the mesa and in the glow my headlights a fox runs across the highway I am...

Is it okay to fall? To doubt and retreat from the battle. To look in the mirror and not like what you see, loving the imperfectness of it...

There is life in the brush under the deadwood Hidden Waiting to come out To stretch and yawn with arms wide open We step along a trail of...

When it rains here you go outside. Barefoot. The mountains fade in the gray and the wind gusts, moving through you like an old screen...

Do you ever think about licking the blade? About walking the edge, slipping on loose rock - arms out for balance. Resisting the urge to...