Some days are diamonds. I know what set John Denver’s Muse to whisper that line in his ear one day: Serendipitously hearing the prehistoric lowing of a sedge of Sandhill Cranes, wings beating languidly heavenward on some unexpected afternoon just before spring. Erie. Resplendent. An exclamation point in an otherwise ordinary day. […]
In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock, glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power […]
Amazing, it is November!
We are home ground. A piece of earth rich with every mineral, with water, and air. We are the place where I need to sit, with every inch of my skin. Where fibered roots reach deep,tendriled, complex, holding firm within a matrix of dark soil that will not shift in fear. We are a riot […]
I wasn’t the first enviro-dweeb to bastardise that cultural reference to underscore the demise of the American West under the hoofed locusts of the meat industrial complex, but I dearly hoped I might be one of the last. Lo, here we are nearly two decades later and still there are assholes like Cliven Bundy and […]militia, ranching