The girls were asked this question quite often by their once estranged father. And often, for someone who disappeared to the far corners of the earth, of depression, or both, and surfaced randomly every several months, I suppose, means a few times. And a few times, in the course of the years in which the... Continue Reading →
Pockets. The forest is replete with secrets, the pockets that protect them. Dark hollows full of mystery and intrigue hidden codes, stories. Veracities. Boo Radley gave them great fame. As did Perry Como. Falling stars and all. We love pockets (or is it the secrets)? To carry a surprise. A little bomb of the unknown.... Continue Reading →
I found this on Saturday morning up on the trail that hugs the west side of Mt. Elden. A path I have traveled dozens of times over the years. Suddenly, a swing hanging with tight knots on a sturdy branch of a Ponderosa tree. 'Well, don't mind if I do,' I said to Romeo, and... Continue Reading →
A quick text to a few girlfriends, and in your head you should hear this shouted like a college girl would holler: "Road Trip!" But it was "Apple Pies!" And, of course, this call was met with enthusiastic response, the date was set, and I couldn't wait to crank up my apple peeler corer. But... Continue Reading →
When They Go I take back my house missing and pushing the girls out at once – go! give me space, stay! I need your sweet and smart and beautiful there is no one on the roof no one in my car no one sleeping in my bed or on my couch or spare bedroom,... Continue Reading →
When thousands upon thousands of citizens come together to celebrate the loved ones they have lost, traditional Mexican culture, the American version of traditional Mexican culture, Tucson, Arizona's version of traditional Mexican/American culture, or just get out and dress up, party, and parade because it is fun, and it is peaceful and loving and beautiful,... Continue Reading →
thirty toes just thirty toes adorned in inches of color and sole ten climb naked no matter the cold ten spin shiny in patent and bold pointed and pricey and ready to go the ten toes I know the very best they ground our dance, assure we rest under the covers or peaking from fur... Continue Reading →
Oh, this death talk. This rainy November morning brings it on. The piercing orange sunrise lining the horizon. All Souls Day, Di de los Muertos. This time of year makes me nostalgic and calm at once. When the trees shed their wares. Secrets are revealed. Leaves float to the street or creek. Through the... Continue Reading →
Leaves and needles hide the trail boulders just trip hazards now. Watch out. Watch for life. Acorns. Cones and needles. And death. We think it is other. Life. Something other than this. Than what we live. Or lose. It isn't. Obscurity and autumn, secrets tease early winter waiting beneath ankles slipping or twisting. Forest debris thick with leaves that have all... Continue Reading →
(For months I had this domain, and I had created the format for the blog, but I had not posted, and each time I came to the domain, to ponder next steps, this is what it told me. "Nothing Found Here"). 'Nothing found here,' nothing but possibility and blank days no judgment or forecast like an old Ponderosa towering... Continue Reading →
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