Anthropology, what use are you in these days of singular, weekly visits to the market seeing only masked faces searching for a carton of...

In my loft A broken screen, dirty windows. A year later I still see the rooftops of the school across the street. No children or buses...

Kathy died on Wednesday, Nancy on Saturday. One from broken nerves, the other a broken heart. Still this morning the dog came in the dark...

I remember Pal, big and slow, his lowered head as I sat, my feet, toes pointed down in dusty sneakers, touching the middle of his belly...

On this morning's walk in the mountains by the river. A robin turning to look A gray squirrel chattering A black butterfly circling...

I saw Tamara the other day. The first time I met her, which was only a few months ago, she talked nearly the whole time about her...

My uncle Elmer came from a farm in Missouri. His face and hands were big, square and red. Before entering the army, he married my...

Walking along the rocky shore of Santa Cruz, and the fog rolling in, I remember seagulls gliding and swooping within its grey rolls,...

From the scaly serpent’s mouth, a moment stops the ticking of a clock. One number, one point five, now turned two. A crowd gasps for air,...

David was recently returned from the Vietnam War and had witnessed atrocities I’d heard happened there. He was from Louisiana though I...

The boys are out with their basketballs hugged close or bounced high and caught. The boys are out with pants falling around their...

In the tall grass along the path’s edge before the tangled branches of the elm, the oak, the pine shut out the light, sideways and...

At Agua Fria and Camino Alire: Through the red light Broken down car – Chihauhau grinning. ~~ Gust of wind A flock takes flight - Dry...

The day before Thanksgiving I decided to leave Santa Fe and drive to the village of Chinmayo twenty-five miles to the north.  Chinamyo is...

October 2, 2018 As I write this open letter, inspired by the women of the #MeToo Movement, I am sitting near a river in the mountains of...

When I came, I stood upon a cliff, red in the dying light, then fell, pushed over the edge with laughter. I sailed through the air like a...

I could hardly wait for the morning to arrive. When it did, it seemed I was awake much earlier than I had ever been before, and yet there...

Your shining head, and wide open stare. You, a round figure, appearing lit in a shadowed room. Your tiny lips barely opened, a double...