His Gift All winter the tools hung in neat rows in her cold garage: saws, screwdrivers, try squares, among them…
Born in a San Francisco Tributary First night back in my childhood home after the remodel, the AC kicks awake…
Deschutes River Dream The river is green opaque, swift. Current runs steady, deep. Reeds sway at river’s edge. Hooded Mergansers…
Wabash Banner Blue A night of trees and winds mangled sparrows a dreamless sleep a shutter opens nursing in brumal…
Holiday Dazzlers Since we grew up and left home, Christmas has never been the same. There’s that photo in the…
At Klamath Marsh Say it: Klamath… Klamath Marsh. Can you feel the ooze, the muddy ease, the seep and soft welcome…
Portrait of a Kansas Wheat Harvest This landscape is distance without mercy, a heat-hammered flatness horizon to horizon, where the…
Invitations from three bicycle tours I Central Idaho, July, 2010 Near the western edge of “God’s cathedral,” the Sawtooths stretch…
Cielo To Cielo Davila I cry like an airplane, they say, but I just love to sing. And I smile…