It was spring in Carmel. There were birds. It always feels like spring in Carmel. It still felt like deep winter back home in Fairbanks. There were Bushtits and Band-tailed Pigeons, Continue reading →

The bats come on at dusk, playing between the pine trunks, shadow puppets cast against the lake’s silvering surface. I hold you: harp and harpist, bodies bound. All day power- lines Continue reading →

You said marriage must sacrifice itself on the altar of family, but this week I read about a man who climbed back up Everest to find his missing wife. I wash Continue reading →

the second time i was married it was after three weeks of drinking wine chased by hurricanes she is so damn hot i thought i mean warm & exotic so damn Continue reading →