Wheeling Away on the Isle of Pines
Certain poems I return again and again to tap into a state of mind that I was experiencing while writing …
Certain poems I return again and again to tap into a state of mind that I was experiencing while writing …
One of my favorite places to visit is the Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park in Big Sur, a two-hour drive …
We walked to the river recently, my husband and I and our little dog Mitsy. A short hike down a canyon …
Yesterday when I woke the frost was so heavy on the grassy meadow behind our house it looked like a …
I’ve long been drawn to photos of fog and mist. Part of it is the feel for the ephemeral and …
Sometimes there’s no other way to capture a moment–a way of seeing or being in the world–than through poetry. So …
The deer fleeing for its life turns to look at me with my mother’s eyes. Dark fierce eyes, bitter-bright, locking …
The most horrifying sound I’ve ever heard came one night soon after we moved here. A scream of pure terror …
“The word wild is like a gray fox trotting off through the forest, ducking behind bushes, going in and out …
“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road. I see the strength—tawny skin …