Nothing morethan a glimpseof another white-belliedcooper hawk at rest            along the interstate,or a no-traffic evening,that feel of heading homeas if nothing (else)had ever happened. Oh forgiveness,& understanding. Let us say  grace. Let uscall it that.            Now, together. Read More in Poetry...

The vibrancy in that small cafeall of us concerned mostlyabout breakfast.          Around the corner  wide sky for milesthe land, yellow-brown and hardand being city folk from the suburbs we were silenced. We spotted the familiar from the road.Coneflowers, wild sage,cheatgrass.Saw black-chinned hummingbirds, and a skylineof sandstone cliff shadowshuddledas if in conversation, prayer,or... Continue Reading →

Under the triple-laned lit up turnpike overpass,sharp-tipped weedsreach through weathered rocks, as if unawareof how hard someonetried to stop them. There is growth under everythingyou’ve driven past,another WaWa, that bagel shop,the Costco station open at 6AM. Familiar curls of highway gleam in the pre-dawn,and on the radio,a slow jazz movementafter the newswith promisesthat an upcoming interviewwill offer a glimpseinto a better way. At the traffic... Continue Reading →