On this morning's walk, in the mountains, by the river: A robin stopping on a branch, flying to the other side of the pathway, turning to...

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 partner...

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 mother’...

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

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 di...

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

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 alerte...

At Agua Fria and Camino Alire in Santa Fe: Through the red light Broken down car – Chihauhau grinning. ~~ Gust of wind A flock takes flig...

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

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 sy...