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I like to eat cookies, especially with my morning coffee. I sit alone outside our RV in the day’s first light, listen to the birds sing, stare off into my thoughts and eventually pick up my laptop and begin the … Continue reading →

Out here in the desert, land crunches beneath my feet. I hear it amplified in the vast space on every side. Once, not long ago, that hollow sound of walking on dry stone and sand would haunt me, remind me … Continue reading →

Mid December we left central Illinois and went on a seven day trek across the country, landing in our Southwestern camping spot where we plan to spend at least a few weeks. My younger son was truly sad to miss … Continue reading →

I’m going to write something because I’m tired of listening to the non-thoughts in my head and waiting passively for some external goodness to lift me out of this time of needing to be patient. Never mind that I could … Continue reading →

In the soft light of morning, I know it is time to move my laptop, coffee and phone to the couch, wrap our soft green blanket around my shoulders, turn up the heat, open the shades for the window right … Continue reading →

She’s wanted to be carried on the wind for years, and like a near-nothing, almost evaporate, to be as thin as the color gold and for a while, be thoughtless, empty, unshakable, just there enough to feel when the breeze, … Continue reading →

There’s a poem in Amarillo, miles from the lone tumbleweed I saw rolling east beside the road as we rolled toward the setting sun. It is a wide open, brown-land, nowhere-and-home-for-the-night- as-we-head-southwest, almost lonely kind of thing that includes making … Continue reading →

A poem can be put off for only so long before it begins to thin at the edges, fade and seem to be about to float away, until I wonder if there are any words left. Waiting for certainty, holding … Continue reading →

I did that wandering-in-circles thing at first, looked at prices glued under fancy coffee cups while waiting for the bathroom, wondered why a broken French Press was still on display. I came here for mental quiet and possibly the opening … Continue reading →

Spirit can not be encased like art souls glide beside our eyes on wings spread wide as the sea small as nothing living in two worlds We carried each other Beside winter’s snow laden pine I call your name listen … Continue reading →