Prose and Poetry
Prose and Poetry
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Crabtree valley: is nothing sacred?
“I’m lost in time within the glacially carved Crabtree Valley, among primeval Douglas-firs, western hemlock, western redcedar,
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poems – earth in sway
In selecting five poems I wrote as part of my Ekphrastic Poetry Group this year, I strived
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love & 1.25% for wildlife
I’ve always loved my alone time, even as I joyfully anticipate each reunion with my beloved Wes.
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My Winter Hummingbird Obsession
In a Quest to Keep One Wild Bird Alive, I find Unexpected Resilience (This piece appeared first
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crystal clarity of icy fog
Gloomy. Oppressive. Bone-chilling. Disorienting. The way of icy valley fog pressing down on Central Oregon can be
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solstice poetry for the light
“Better to light a candle, than curse the darkness.” My great uncle David S. Richie often spoke
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finding our flock in turbulent times
On this last day of our family gathering over Thanksgiving, flocks are on my mind and the way of birds finding safety, comfort, conversation,…
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Leave a trace of wonder
In one of the many insightful passages in Helen Whybrow’s melodius book, The Salt Stones, Seasons of
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halloween Fortitude
If I were closing my eyes and reaching into a bag of candy to feel for a favorite, like a chocolate peanut butter cup,…