The waves here change each day. Sometimes the water is tinged brown with seaweed. Sometimes the water is calm and clear to the sandbars. I used to swim in the Gulf without an ounce of fear. I tried floating the other day, and it took … Continue reading Bluesy Dispatch from the Redneck Riviera
I am never going to get it Right. What I know: I hunger to connect. With the land, with people. Is there a different way to visit another universe? I hunger for wildness. And so I pause to walk the length of my gravel driveway … Continue reading Prayer Life on the Mountain, August 2021
I think I may need to unfriend my country Or begin cussing online Maybe hurl my bras off a cliff, toss the razor And just live in the nude on this mountaintop I may need to slice a watermelon and bite into that sweet … Continue reading Unexpected Growth
Poet friend, Beth Myhr, named the experience perfectly by writing that the pandemic has taken away our ability to look forward – “…moving from one room to the next in a house with no door.” Yes, that’s it, exactly. And I remember the longevity advice … Continue reading Somewhere, Over the Pandemic
Dedicated to the Free Range Writers of Missoula, Montana Black bears and back alley compost bins Rogue apple trees in the Bitterroots The dead raccoons hanging from branches Shootings stars, lupine, and phlox Cultural appropriation Ponderosa sap tucked in the cracks Air so dry, … Continue reading Stuff I Can’t Fit Into a U-Haul
Each time I sit down (let’s get honest – crawl into bed and prop myself up with four pillows), all writing notions evaporate. I should tie a small notebook around my waist and jot sentences down as soon as they strike, rather than the usual, … Continue reading Pandemic Inventory in Missoula, MT
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