Getting caught in a storm on a sailboat, and other jargon.
“I need help to buy a Honda 500 that I plan on riding to California.”
“And, as you will learn in the months to come, our brains do not belong to us. We belong to our brains. And, in that, to our bodies.”
Outside, three Ponderosa pines shed needles onto a yard that is dry as an old man’s fart
We’ve all seen it. Cute bunnies. Cute skunks. Cute birds. Cute deer. The whole gang of them “twitterpating” just off camera when the sap starts rising each spring.
It’s the time of year when the phrase “doe-eyed” takes on all new meaning.
As these words are being penned, the largest wildfire in New Mexico history is still active right on the other side of the ridge directly to the west of my house.
To dream a garden and then to plant it is an act of independence and even defiance to the greater world.
Coyote is a place. Cosme is a name. And the aspen trees only hint at the fact that they are also so much more.
They would come in the midst and mist of night, moon or no, after I had turned off the lights and brought in the dogs.
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