Plume II

Rising phoenix-like from the core of our Mother, she gathers shards of herself into long, sinewy fingers pointing straight or now diverging into strands of molten marvel, goddess breadth of hips dancing, swaying, undulating ribbons of pāhoehoe folding in and over the...

Pine Trail

The cabin was bought fully furnished from an elderly couple who left behind what would now be considered valuable antiques. Two small bedrooms replete with horsehair beds, a combination Glenwood wood/kerosene kitchen stove; round golden oak drop-leaf table poised...

Buried Alive

Not unusual, this Tuesday. I hop on my bike and head downhill toward the vast indigo ocean with Maui shimmering across the channel, verdant rolling fields a parenthesis between me and the sea. I fondly regard the local dairy’s towering wooden silo alongside...

Scents of Place

There is something profound delimiting each place I have claimed as home; the tar-pungent tang of creosote bush portending rain, sweeping sideways as though pencil- sketched on dun-colored canvas as it spills from oceanic heavens along open stretches of Mojave desert;...