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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...
Be kind - you're in there somewhere.
This house is full of dust. It is doubtful it will ever be clean. I sweep and sweep but it penetrates every crack and crevice. And I bend...
OK, let’s go down the rabbit hole (a compilation)
If I had a secret code, it would be one of eagles and roosters. Of stars nesting in blackness. The simmer of an arced flame and the slow...
Do not confuse the writer with the woman.
Of being alone with being lonely. You see, both have their place. Just as the sun completes the moon and the rain gives way to clear blue...
This is the year I let go.
The year I move into my own, away from those who bring the rain and hold on tight to the sun instead. The year I learn to love myself....
The woman I am is buried somewhere
The woman I am is buried somewhere inside. I see her on dirt roads and highways unending. Cross-country in the desert, high on the...
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...
THE WHOLE THING
The Moon climbs above the mesa. The Milky Way spreads her wings. The Big dipper shifts in the sky, and the Sun chases away the dark. I...
Keep writing he said, it will get you out.
So I fill in the blanks. It is, and I am... and every now and then it will be. I ask myself that every day. When the power goes out, the...
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