Sometimes I don’t recognize America. Sometimes I feel lost, as though I put my foot on the doorstep and got wooshed off on an adventure that took me too far from home…
The Jink
from “Memoirs of the Grey Ranger”
I came from the Wastefield-Barrio on Orous and I am Jemini Delagrassi, a girl who got misprinted on one side.
In My Mother’s Steps
At my age, my children are beginning to worry about me living “way out” on a ranch.
First Day of Fall at War Eagle Lookout
…silver ghosts of the old burned trees standing like soldiers of the remembered forest
The Weatherman
“I don’t watch the weather channel. I read seed catalogues…”
Published in Persimmon Tree, summer issue 2018