Strange Rain Cabañuelas
When a season changes its rhythm – like a snow in summer, or like this morning, in our dry season’s...
Dreaming What is Next
I am leaning forward, the touch of the next epoch beneath my hand, satiny smooth, golden-red and rounded. I am...
Towhees and Me
Through the screen I see one of the towhee pair mincing and scolding on my outdoor table. Hardly awake I...
Little Mysteries
A capacity within you, yes a gift, but more, a function you were born for: To make the miracles from...
