Just one poem each month, often with a touch of nature.
“I am a writer, musician, and photographer based in Denver, Colorado. I write narrative nonfiction, poetry, interview collections, travel articles, radio shorts, and longform journalism. My content, like my life, is drawn toward nature and cities, toward traveling and staying put, toward companionship and being alone.”
Following this blog by Ellen Roberts Young after reading Made and Remade.
“… freethought and metaphor represent… two ways I believe the creative mind should address the world: always looking beyond dogma and ever on the lookout for unexpected parallels.”
The cat is racing around the larrea while we watch the sun slowly wind downtown.
Another lizard.
And then I see a shoelace of sunlight wind its way up the larrea.
Snake!
We approach the shrub carefully. The cat is on tiptoe. We quickly see what he does not.
A young, 2-foot long, patch-nose is quietly looking at us with doe eyes and smelling our goodwill with forked tongue.
I welcome the patch-nose, tell it that we remember its parent(s) fondly, apologize (again) for the neighbor’s show and tell with the tractor, and hope all are well.
Whereas I once kept my eye to the ground for evidence of our digging friends, now I’ll be looking high and low.
triad something new
kombucha divided in
tres partes. matching
glass jars perched above it all
elevation but no taste.
when i start the sun.
prairie home companion comes.
after four rounds with
the vitamix, darkness has
wiled the wind to do good work.
the proof is the seed
that catches the light as the
knife slices true. smooth
is the skin that contains worlds
we consume knowing neither.
loaf. how solidly
you sit, tempting me to leave
you be. bakehouse french
country, forgive me: isn’t
it best to hold from within?
a certain line in
a book, watching the cat track
a jet unzipping
the sky, a smoothie before
blending: savor every all.
light ripples across
the ceiling as the cactus
wrens gruffly greet the
new day. later we eat chuck’s
duck eggs and bakehouse bagels.
a daisy grows in the desert 
