We stand in fine and falling snow
dimpling the vitreous calm facade
of my ancient virescent river.
Its captured waters silently plod
northwest; inexorably away. Read more →
Can you smell it? You remember.
Rows of magic electric embers
glow upon verdant tinseled boughs
The fragrance fills the winter house
Gifts piled on the felted cover
Carefully wrapt by loving mother Read more →
They are all skeletons of foregone beauty.
When a wagon track ran by and there were no fences Read more →
The canyon wren spirals over the backeddy, the hiss of my butane stove, and across the state-line… Read more →
If you could talk, what would you tell us? About the day that they punched the highway past Powell And about the people who came there and stayed in those cabins Built so long ago What would you tell us about the river And what used to come and what no longer does What would you tell us about… Read more →
My right knee is troubling me. I’ve gashes in my forearm. I lately closely inspected the Belt formation’s charms. A talus slope, a faulty set of my black Diamond pole. It sank a foot and I went down my head, not in a hole. But on a rock, ‘twas quite a sock, but I didn’t come up bleeding; at least… Read more →