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…
First Day of Fall at War Eagle Lookout
…silver ghosts of the old burned trees standing like soldiers of the remembered forest
Winds of Montana
poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter.”
What Sounds Loud To You
poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter,” published in “Standing,” Poetry by Idaho Women, 2004
What She Sees In Granite
poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter,” Published in “H.O.D.” (Handfull Of Dust) October 2013