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Sunrise from the Jacknife Fire

With every sunrise I let the dogs out and count how many evening primroses bloomed under the moonlight while I dreamt. Today there were twenty. They will be gone by noon and the next batch will bloom tonight. I document it, and post it on Instagram. I imagine people think me crazy for posting myContinue reading “Sunrise from the Jacknife Fire”

My Fall Migration

It seems like the birds and I rarely get to rest long enough before it’s migration season all over again. Are they as surprised as I am when they open their eyes at 5:25 and it’s no longer light outside when it was just yesterday? And it is that, the changing of the light whichContinue reading “My Fall Migration”

I am Roadrunner and you are Rattlesnake; I’ll fuck you up.

When a married ex-coworker from another life texts me, “I was thinking about you.” I sat up in bed, marked my page and closed the book to think what could possibly be my most unsexy response back to stop him on his tracks. He always thinks this is my first fucking rodeo though I’ve outsmartedContinue reading “I am Roadrunner and you are Rattlesnake; I’ll fuck you up.”

“The Naked are Coming!”

I saw the buck naked lady walking down the street on a mission. She was headed towards the hotel, possibly my hotel bar. I tried to Paul Revere my ass and beat her to it, to warn Jason my bartender, “the naked are coming,” but parking took a bit so the naked lady beat meContinue reading ““The Naked are Coming!””

Here, where I play brave…

…my body is a battlefield and my fears are always there for me to face. I was already covered in mosquito bites, bruises and bramble scratches when I discovered the poison oak where the dogs play at goats and climb the steep little hill on the side of the house. Poison oak terrifies me. Fortunately,Continue reading “Here, where I play brave…”

great blue heron in flight

I was in a dream when I heard my name, “The Sacramento starts in Mt. Shasta, up by where Rebeca lives.” I had fallen asleep during our tour of the rice fields only to come back to the living when I heard my name. Then I saw it on the right, I gasped. X sawContinue reading “great blue heron in flight”

Until the hunter

I come sit at the bar and it’s already the bottom of the first, but I couldn’t get away from the office in time. It’s the Tigers @ Seattle elimination game of the ALDS. And as much as I am into the game…I see it. As a birder, my mind is trained to see aContinue reading “Until the hunter”

where were you when I was still kind

just a water treader waiting on the line How was I to know that a city I’d never been to, would have so many ghosts waiting for me. How was I to know that at this point in life that’s all there is. Ghosts. It was the concert venue and its resemblance to The GreekContinue reading “where were you when I was still kind”

The Horse Fire or Migratory Patterns

Friday was the seventh anniversary of the Carr Fire, and as it has been all the years I’ve lived here, a vegetation fire ignited close by. It’s as if the land remembers and its memories become hot embers which ignite a fire all over again. It happens for us, why couldn’t it happen for theContinue reading “The Horse Fire or Migratory Patterns”

I fucked off to Reno

And I had to leave that place as well as that damn city home to all the stress that I’d bring me So I packed my words of lost and hurt that I made And I fucked off to Spain Cuz the skies are clear in Barcelona For the first time in a long timeContinue reading “I fucked off to Reno”