So Much Passes Away

There’s a blue-painted US Postal Service mailbox sitting alone in the Utah desert. It is miles from the closest neighbor. There were people there once. The ancient ones. They won’t be sending any letters. They are not receiving any. Yes, even at my age I wander through timeless landscapes. I roam most peacefully there. I...

Spring Haiku 2025

The last snow is gone -it came as a surprise guest.Our days grow warmer. The air is perfumedby lilac, rose and iris.My hummers came home. My quail familiesare in nesting behavior.I'll be deep in chicks. Mourning Doves cooand court morning and evening.They just can't commit. My cat stalks lizardsin the courtyard sunshineWill he catch one?...

The Immortal Sea

I live next to what was once an ancient sea.  I walk along the forgotten shoreline - all rock and sand  wind and dust - and the spent lives of tiny creatures of that age. Our most distant ancestors.... We come from the sea; we are of it but not in it.Made of water and salt,...

>Vincent<

Vincent gazes out of the canvas with a look of concern. Well-placed and rightfully so.  Be not afraid, my friend. We worry and fret sometimes about your life your loves and your hardships. We say that you were born too soon too much out of step with your time. But you were born of an...

Remembrance of an Ordinary Day

It seems that we need to think back to recallan ordinary day. We don't seem to have many now. Maybe that is just a sign of my age or mygeneration. What is ordinary to younger onesamong us seems more of a challenge. Too loud.Too long. Too much name calling. Too muchintentional conflict. A thumb in your eye. I like...

Montmartre 2023

  My memories of Paris are blurred by discontent.We are told to expect only the best from the city. Butthat is more than any city can deliver – even Paris.October’s weather was nearly perfect. But crowdsblocked out the sun. People were lined up to get intoFive Guys and Popeye’s Chicken. Paris is a mostunique city....

Step Out!

Step out -- step out! Before it is too late and winter's cold hard grip keeps you hostage. This is the quiet season -- the time to enjoy the serenity of the desert. It seems all of nature is at rest. The surrounding emptiness is breathtaking. It belongs to you, alone, on this day. Don't...

Celebrating – Red or Green

On my arrival, almost the first question asked was “Red or Green?” I gave a puzzled look. Silly me. It is the Enchanted state’s official question… “Red or Green?” often followed by “…or Christmas?” as in both. I took mine on the side. New Mexico winced. We speak of Chile here like it’s the Holy...

Trinity – Little House in the Desert

Dawn in the desert is a colorful thing. It's something to see and remember. You feel the night chill as the muted dawn twilight changes to color -- the sky first then the far mountains and then the desert floor. On this day, just a day in July, the dawning flashed with the light of...

Dance of the Honey Bee

I want to dance the dance of the Honey Bee and share treasures I have found. I want to dream a dream the Cicada bug dreams, asleep deep underground. To transform myself from worm to wings, a Monarch, to fair Mexica bound. Or sing the song the Humpback sings, in a chorus of echoed sound....