I float.
Five feet above the rusty ground, swaying with each step of the horse like the rolling tides of the ocean that seems so very far away in...
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TO DREAM IS THE THING.
Unwanted. She is a mangy thing after all. Her fur a patchwork of desert sand and ash, bristled and wiry. Lush in places, starved in...
Wind.
It is not my job to please another. Nor yours for that matter. In southern Arizona he wind is still blowing and my face is warm from the...
Thru the Gray
In a world of black and white I see permeations of gray. Likely some holdover from long ago when love hid in disguise behind a simple...
Maybe I am the one you don’t want.
Tucked here in my chair of regret, of hopes and aspirations. You see, I know what it’s like to hate yourself. And to love yourself. To be...
I am not a cowboy,
and I don't profess to be. That title belongs to others. Me? I am somewhere between horse girl and wanderer. Between stainless steel and...
Dear Diary,
I'm afraid the rainy season has come and gone and there is nothing left now but to move into cold and dry and sit, listening for that...
Bones
I lay back on the picnic bench and dip one toe into the sand. The wind rustles through the strings of my cut off shorts and I can just...
Tangled
Sometimes you need to stand in the wind. Sun on your face, tangled hair be damned. To walk barefoot in the sand. To sit on the steps and...
Lonely
Lonely is a learned and weighty thing to carry. Harder still to hold. When the sky casts its shadow across the mountains and the sun...
Ice Cream
It’s been a while since I had chocolate ice cream. It has become a delicacy now, in tandem with long, hot showers, garbage disposals and...
Run
Legs long in the stirrups, I sit watching the rivets and washboards of the creek below. Listening to the sound of silt moving across the...
Desert Love
We ride the dry creek of river stones and bluebonnets weaving our way through washouts then backtracking to find a solid path. Past a...
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