My niece’s dog has come to stay with us this week. She used to be a hiker – the dog, not my niece. My niece is still...
Poetry Friday: No Greater Love
No Greater Love when the fallen log becomes home, food, life for lichen, squirrel, ant, termite bite by...
Poetry Friday: Girl On a Bicycle
Girl On a Bicycle by Troy Garrison (1939) The blue-enameled body of the slender beast Is alive, with the pulse...
Haiku Saturday: Stellar’s Jay
Deja vu... it's Spring (again) In the spirit of my seasonal whiplash, it is Spring in the Sierras. Snow greeted my...
Poetry Friday: Lake Tahoe, Claimed
Lake Tahoe, Claimed A million years of crust and crumble, claimed by faults, stretched and rumbled; mountains...