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Dear Diary,
I'm afraid the rainy season has come and gone and there is nothing left now but to move into cold and dry and sit, listening for that...
Fort Richardson State Park, Texas
At night the ghosts come out. They roam the corridors of my mind and wander the graveyard of my soul - the parts I thought I’d put to bed...
A Village on the Edge - Boquillas, Mexico
(as published in the Spring 2023 Cenizo Journal) This morning, when I went outside as I always do to greet the day and smell the desert,...
Bones
I lay back on the picnic bench and dip one toe into the sand. The wind rustles through the strings of my cut off shorts and I can just...
Brantley Lake State Park, New Mexico
I am a flannel shirt person, tank top underneath, scrappy jeans and boots below. Button down flopping in the wind and straw above my...
Cloudcroft, New Mexico
The dogs lie panting, tongues lolling sideways. It seems they are constantly panting these days. The air is still. The only other...
Chiricahua Mountains
I sit here in the place of those before me, riding the same trails, gazing on the same mountains. Washing my face in the same spring...
Tangled
Sometimes you need to stand in the wind. Sun on your face, tangled hair be damned. To walk barefoot in the sand. To sit on the steps and...
Bisti/De-Na-Zin Wilderness Area
A Mayan city of rock flat topped with squared edges mingles with the turrets of Arabia, the desert asphalt transitions into limestone and...
Lonely
Lonely is a learned and weighty thing to carry. Harder still to hold. When the sky casts its shadow across the mountains and the sun...
Lake Meredith National Recreation Area
I saw a shooting star last night against the canvas of the night sky. One brief flash among a backdrop of many as it was trying hard to...
Ice Cream
It’s been a while since I had chocolate ice cream. It has become a delicacy now, in tandem with long, hot showers, garbage disposals and...
Chama River Wilderness, Santa Fe National Forest, NM
Sometimes I get tired of fighting the wind. Tired of keeping my head down and shoulders bunched. Yearning to see the blue above. To...
Sea Rim State Park, Texas
The beach lies perpetually in motion. A stretch wide and long as a striped asphalt runway. Sun glistens off the wet sand and with each...
Run
Legs long in the stirrups, I sit watching the rivets and washboards of the creek below. Listening to the sound of silt moving across the...
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