A Canyon Wren Sings from the Lava
Canyon Wren song rainbows the morning in a falling arc of three-second beauty, the fluted notes slowing…
Canyon Wren song rainbows the morning in a falling arc of three-second beauty, the fluted notes slowing…
Are you thinking about water as much as I am?  Turning on the spigot and placing my hands…
Italians are singing from the balconies like birds chorusing springtime renewal. As we, too, face the likelihood…
“Don’t cut me down! Go around.” I’m one of seven women measuring, cutting, and writing on green…
“The bluish band on the breast of the kingfisher leaves the pure white beneath in the form…
WIth one slow glide of his forefinger, our guide Mauricio traces the spiral carved deep in the…
A daily practice of Kim Stafford-inspired writing of recollection, aphorism, and poem attempt has become one of…
“If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.”- Loren Eiseley Go softly. The…
“…in attending to this wilderness, I knew myself to have been instructed for life…” Henry Bugbee
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