From the scaly serpent’s mouth, a moment stops the ticking of a clock. One number, one point five, now turned two. A crowd gasps for air,...

David was recently returned from the Vietnam War and had witnessed atrocities I’d heard happened there. He was from Louisiana though I...

The boys are out with their basketballs hugged close or bounced high and caught. The boys are out with pants falling around their...

In the tall grass along the path’s edge before the tangled branches of the elm, the oak, the pine shut out the light, sideways and...

At Agua Fria and Camino Alire: Through the red light Broken down car – Chihauhau grinning. ~~ Gust of wind A flock takes flight - Dry...

The day before Thanksgiving I decided to leave Santa Fe and drive to the village of Chinmayo twenty-five miles to the north.  Chinamyo is...

October 2, 2018 As I write this open letter, inspired by the women of the #MeToo Movement, I am sitting near a river in the mountains of...

When I came, I stood upon a cliff, red in the dying light, then fell, pushed over the edge with laughter. I sailed through the air like a...

I could hardly wait for the morning to arrive. When it did, it seemed I was awake much earlier than I had ever been before, and yet there...

This poem was in response to PBS News Hour footage after an Israeli air raid in Gaza. The very personal response I had was to the image...