“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)
When my mother was dying from cancer in 2008, my dad told me that there were 22 others living on Trailwood Avenue who were positive for some type of cancer concurrently. “There’s a lawsuit,” I told my dad. We were driving and it was warm outside and the air smells like Central California does in […]
The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.
a sunday kind of love (don’t ever go) can’t lie (waiting just to love you) if i say that i love her (the look of love is in your eyes) and when i kiss her good morning (the look of love is on your face) seal it with a kiss (a look your smile […]
30 days hath september april, june and november from what summer did we have, now winter did it any of it ever take place any of it i wonder it was a dream perfect realism i was awake but briefly belabored breathing climbing to the top was it real was it real was it real […]