Too Late?
Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, …
Every year he drives up from Washington parks his camper on the land spends weeks watching the clapping of leaves in the wind, how the river goosenecks in the valley, …
What, exactly, you may ask, is a blazon? A blazon is a poetic form, first appearing by the French poet Clement Marot during the 16th century. It started out as …
The snow kept falling and ice seized as winter pressed dark and hard Exhaustion mounted layered high as the banks of a deep river draining your strength, dry. Though no …
They say when you come to the end of your life your memory reaches back to those practices …
Gold Mint Trail, Hatcher Pass Today is not a day I dreamed…it will be summer, always …
We walked the quiet woods, cameras dangling from our necks, the air cold and still. Soon our steps became further spaced as you wandered away, following the scent of …
Human artifacts poke out of the ice: a thermos of coffee, magazines, a woman’s purse, shoes, a child’s doll: intact after the plane crashed in icy blue mountains circling the …
No matter how you parse it, I live in a world of black and white a great deal of the time, during the winter season. When the sun doesn’t shine, …
Only 2 cents per acre Seward’s folly, “Wal-russia” tent city at the mouth of Ship Creek, 1914 where Quonset huts were first homes, “a half tin can turned on its …