I go walking up a backcountry roadand for ten minutes, a crow flies aboveand before me, resting in trees along the way,as if showing me the way to go.Someone has made smiley faces out of pebblesand left them on many large flat stones.And the orange jeep that passes mepulls a U turn and Trevor jumps […]
The more complex the problem,the more trapped, the more closed in I feel,the more I learn to trust what is simple,the way the potato in the cupboarddoes the one thing it can do—it calls on whatever thrives inside itself,then grows doggedly, awkwardly toward the light.I want to turn toward the life that lives through me.Give […]
after reading “The Reassembly” by Isabella Nesheiwat In the museum of the chest, I findon a dusty back shelf my old favorite lunch boxwith Hollie Hobbie’s picture raisedon one metal side, her big bluebonnet covering all of her face.The box is dented from where Donny,a grade older, kicked it that daywhen I walked the shortcut home […]
for Kyra She brought her cello to the desert,playing long, slow notes to cactus,canyons, the night, knowingit matters to bring musicwherever you go. She taught meto sing in the face of fear,even when the mountain lionheld her with his amber eyes.She taught me to planta weed in a pot and waitwith great patience to seewhat […]
Every day I tend it again,this fence around our hearts.I rebuild it each time I say noto things that would take me awayfrom you. I rebuild it each timeI choose to be right here.I rebuild it and thrill in the rebuilding,each post of the fence is a love letter,this fence I once tried to burn.
after the killing of Renee Nicole Good Into the woods I carriedmy broken open heart,knowing it rhymed with millionsof other broken open hearts,and there, in the silenceof spruce trees and new snowand cloudless blue sky, the heartgaped with its relentless ache.I so deeply loved the world andI was so terribly upset by the world.All this. […]
February 12 & 1310 a.m. – 3 p.m. (MT) The Decker Community Room, 675 Clinton St, Ridgway, CO 81432 Who would we be if we weren’t carrying our history, our stories, our self-image? What impossible things are possible for us? How do we grow more deeply and thrillingly into ourselves? In this two-day writing and painting retreat, […]
after reading “Behave Beautifully” by Moudi Sbeity Here is a stack of dictionariesthick with words I never will know.Here is the pen filled with the inkof stories unwritten. Here isthe sky filled with stars I can’t nameand clouds that will not last.And here, unseen, is the bridgeof the moment that links meto all that was and […]
we discover that falling in the canyon is our initiation—Mark Nepo, “The Life After Tears” I didn’t land. I fell and I fell and I fell.At first as I plummeted, I feared the landing,imagining an imminent crash. Then,I fell through nights and middays. Fell throughkitchen floors and highways. Fell throughbirthdays and Saturdays. Fell until the senseof […]