What Comes Next Phoenix, Arizona: it’s January and it’s 65 degrees. He brings me a mug of warm coffee with just the
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Svalbard Missive You make me grateful even a brook can have its favorite basin. I always say this time of year –
When You Asked Me To Tell You What Doesn’t Make Me Sad Deployment Day 145 Redbuds. Garlic scapes. Toothwort belled up
Grotto He took the woman who’d handed him gym towels to the back of Beaver Creek State Park’s tall grass. Let’s make
It is like listening for the differencebetween mourning and morning.Recovery comes—subtle, suddenonly after you stop asking for it. Some monochrome dawnyour attention
And without having to pee on a stick, suddenlymy identity shifts. I’m no longer a party of one,but carry three cacti babies
HIGH DESERT GLOSSARY (Summer Lake, Oregon) Bleach: like bleak, blank and black, derives from the Anglo-Saxon root blac, blæc, meaning bare, after
Glenn Bach is a composer and poet who lives in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains. His major project, Atlas, is
night at cracker lake, glacier national park 150 glaciers were present in the park in 1850; today 26 glaciers remain – U.S.G.S.
She soaked the soles of my feet in whiskey all that afternoon so that when she finally went after him I would