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    Sunday, 21 January 2018

      I was born only a few short miles from the Father of Waters. The Mississippi River is a constant presence in my psyche and my memories; always changing, always flowing, never exactly the same. It scoured and flooded our history. It was a demarcati...
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    Thursday, 30 November 2017

      Quietly slip over the edge; disappear without a trace. Follow the old trails.   The canyon trails are worn smooth by bare feet or reed sandals. Centuries old hand-holds are still there.   Trails wind down to hidden pools. Deep shade is ...
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    Wednesday, 22 November 2017

                                                             The fading season —                             when all the trees have darkened                             but before the snow —                             I build a fire in the grate      ...
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    Friday, 10 November 2017

    As luck would have it, I was going to spend last Saturday night in Las Cruces, New Mexico. I drove my daughter to the small town of Deming (about an hour west of there) where she could catch the Sunset Limited heading east to New Orleans. Rail travel...
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    Thursday, 05 October 2017

    I'm sitting here listening to thunder booming and rain drops hitting my water barrel...almost like water torture. Another day, another deluge. The yearly monsoon was something of a dud but we have more than made up for it in the last ten days. It all...

Latest Comments

Stephen Evans Be Secret and Exult
15 April 2018
Then I shall be secret and exult
Monika Schott Stop for a minute, or a week
15 April 2018
So true, Rosy. I can really feel that, being 'hustled and swept away into a storyline that doesn't b...
Rosy Cole Stop for a minute, or a week
15 April 2018
A life-affirming post, Moni, so vibrant, and its wisdom was never more needed. The world is desperat...
Rosy Cole Be Secret and Exult
15 April 2018
Steve, I'm not sure that either of us has fully understood this badly crafted poem, at least from th...
Monika Schott Stop for a minute, or a week
14 April 2018
Timely indeed, Di. Keep that feeling. ?

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