the land itself remains constant

(a found phrase from the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, Santa Fe)

 

we raised a family in the

mortared dustmotes and drops of petrichor, a land

of desert love that flushed itself

into our veins, rooting its remains

in our bone marrow–– our only constant

poem and photos ©2026 Patricia J. Franz

In September, we will say goodbye to Arizona, our home for the past 35 years.

We didn’t just raise a family here. The desert raised us.

Showed us the hidden life and uncommon beauty that is found with time and sacred space.

I carry it with me. I leave part of my heart here.

 

I am beyond thrilled to share that my debut picture book

 

LET FREEDOM FLY

has finally been announced!

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