Tag Archives: travel
I shouldn’t be so surprised, each year this happens and you’d think I’d get used to it. Up until April, I can’t remember what year it is. Then I blink, and we’ve had a week in the hundreds. There’s all … Continue reading
Ever try to NOT to think? I suppose that’s my excuse for missing two days of haiku. I was busy feeding my soul with warm friendship, open skies full of cottonwood fluff, pine cologne, and spirals of campfire smoke; enjoying … Continue reading
I’m a bit early this week, chomping at the bit (or would it be, in writing parlance, “chomping at the nib?”) in anticipation of a short camping trip and the rejuvenation I’m already feeling in having taken an extra day … Continue reading
Sun-dappled path on the way to the beach in Florida.
03/08/14 motherless daughters garnish endless mudpies with fingernail polish 03/09/14 teeter-tottering: balance is seeking gription, from constant slippage 03/10/14 her strange light filtered through your glances, softening once-certain judgments 03/11/14 empty would be a whole lot calmer than this thick … Continue reading
Leaving Kansas, I’m always struck by how much a single tree or other topographical features are so welcome.