BIRDLY WORD

Ashen footprints mark rocky paths on mountaintops where pilgrims shout into the past, a past where certainty stands. Questions unasked...

Perfection, like a pearl, is overrated. String together enough and you can strangle yourself into eternity. No, pearls are nice, like...

This love is clear as a meadowlark’s song It will nourish you like fertile swamp waters Filled with cattails and insects A symphony of...

It is not the first time this stretch of road has inspired me to take a pen in hand. Here the sky is big and blue and I am small. Along...

A poem about the San Luis Valley where my family has lived for over 130 years. Picture set near Lobatos Bridge.