I started writing today about supposed impermanence evidenced by frost noon-deleted and as I was dithering in three weeks of January gray convincing myself this too was fleeting my memory shifted to another segment of reality when I began this very same poem twice removed three months ago. Jumping from season to season is necessarily … More Seasonality

2016 Bell Prize Winner

I’m excited to announce I won the 2016 Bell Prize from High Country News! My essay was published in the Nov. 14 issue, and you can read it online here. Wild spaces continue to be vitally important in our human development, and I hope they bring you joy and peace. Thank you for the support!

The Desert Moves Yes

Desiccated air snatches raindrops before they meet ground. It’s not just hot here in the inferno of gold-fire sandstone, those stolid walls that hold the heat of eons. Copper ramparts twist to liquid illuminating and reflecting, daring you to describe water. Today it is titan rust, a metallic illusion of shadow we could endlessly follow. … More The Desert Moves Yes

I Follow The River

I follow the river through steep mountain slices warped like sparks in my soul but this time the river runs seemingly uphill and the gorges roll on unperturbed instead of obscuring their interior. I follow the river unsuspectingly until I find it, my spunky sense of youth where days of play stretch on and on … More I Follow The River

In The Beginning

In the beginning I mostly prayed for the Transmilenio — the bright red behemoth bus — to arrive marginally on time. “One minute. Let it come in one minute.” And it always did. But later, once I learned the ebb and flow of non-existent schedules, and that the flashing letters listing “7 min” really meant … More In The Beginning