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I have changed my mind on vultures. They’re not the villains I once thought – still not the heroes, just nature’s clean-up crew. We have turkey vultures where I live, and the resemblance is clear: two featherless...

The raven surprises, plops suddenly, wings spread, big feet solid on the asphalt. The crows, smaller, and many, hop and hop away from the fresh carrion, presented, it seems, by fate or traffic. They do not leave. The raven...

1. In a darkened room I’m on your lap You tell me we Are going to be together. Teach me what Love is, I say. You smile, hold me close 2. Listen to this, you say. Sarah McLachlan playing You turn up the sound. She is touched by...

Homage to Lew Welch My time has come…came. When today`s dawn illumes Within the purifying aroma Of juniper and sage Infused with the song Of wooden flutes Accompanying chanted prayers Filled with eulogistic psalm From ancient...

All rivers run to the sea. But this river flows into infinity. Over the falls it streams into thin air, Floods high above autumn-colored alps into trackless atmosphere. We dive into the cascade, The currents crest throwing us...

A tree topples to the forest floor to rot into resurrection. Out of death it grows a new garden. Out of death it regenerates forest. Moss creeps onto the decedent log, green carpets it, sponging up raindrops, hastening decay....

When Grandma kept Smirnoff company in the old farmhouse, I kept Old Man Spirit company in the treeless barnyard. There I would stand, back against the wind, allowing the spirit to hold me up, suspended in the air. A child could...

The caw of the seagulls reminds me I am far from the cornfields of Illinois. The mountains and sea before me are foreign, yet a part of me, as if a self apart from me that lives within and knows this landscape well, is beginning...

You lumbered into the yard one day, with a lazy sway of your clock-pendulum tail, your great ruffled ears the shape of the continent of Africa, idly fanning the summer air, flicking off the ticklish feet of butterflies. I...

Our hair tameless as tumbleweeds, we hurtled into canyons, and stood to pedal on bikes bought big for growing into. Boys had more fun it seemed, and so we shunned our dolls for dusty shoes and scabby knees. We smelled of sage,...

I sit on my porch and watch the clouds clear. One by one I mentally lighten the newly-blue sky until I see my grandfather’s eyes, and in his eyes I see the ocean he spoke so often of. His Navy hat positioned neatly upon his...