Monthly Archives: November 2018

We wake this morning to a gray uncertainty the mountain that we love, our devil mountain, has disappeared obliterated by ashes falling from a firestorm one hundred miles away

What’s the name of that strange awareness when you come across a new word and then it appears everywhere?   Petrichor is a word I hadn’t heard before at least I don’t remember it – yet here it was today … Continue reading →

He said we shoot at babies hurling rocks A bullet for a stone A show of strength, he bellowed Against a sea of brown   I ask you to examine the truth inside the lies Who are the weak and … Continue reading →