Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

The Land of My Blood

Along the border I inch closer to the land she once called home, breathing in the northern smell of pine and deep waters. I turn westward, leaving the crashing waves behind for the last leg of a journey that began a century before when an Indian woman died far from home never completing her circle….

rewrite of Today, I wear my Wolf Mask

from Moment to Moment care for a reading

Along the Rivers Edge

Porcelain Doll

care for a reading photo by PURPLE HENRY EP Release Show