Encounters on a day spent alone

Even the weeds are blooming.  I met patches of daisies that looked as if they were soaked in lavender water. Purple seems to be the color of late July blooms. On either side of the…

As good as any place

I was driving west towards Missoula, on my way to work. Brandi Carlyl was playing her second evening show at the Kettlehouse Amphitheatre, and highway 200 that cuts past our dirt road was pinched narrow…

Wild Flowers

There are other trails, but it has become a Sunday ritual to return to the Sawmill Gulch. I’m now familiar with the bends of the trail, and I can sense how far we are along….

I’m Afraid and in Love

Homemade chocolate chip cookies on a saucer a glass of whole milk, untouched on a stool beside us I curl into him, no sound I tell him I’m afraid of how often love and marriage …

Sprouting Broccoli

The tree outside my window tangles its branches into my balcony railing. The sprouting buds look like broccoli, and I see this tree each morning to face light coming through my only window, and I…