At the Koi pond, she saw clouds floating with coral colored carp. Sky shimmered water. The lace of ice. “It’s beautiful,” she said to no one, because on this cool morning there was no one. No children tugging at her coat telling her they needed to pee, no parent “chaperones”… Read More
I could see the sunrise on Tacoma this morning. The volcano best known as Rainier. Snowfields some two hundred miles north were lit peach and pink by the incoming light from a far off star. In between was Loowit. The volcano best known as St. Helens. Moments like that knit… Read More
Looking through the window at the trees and the fog. The flush of new grass that comes when these Pacific rains return. Peaceful rains. Feeding the thin strip of green which clings to the western coast. An eyebrow of green. A parenthesis. A lover spooned against a mountain range and… Read More