Tag Archives: environment

To Get a Dog, or Not

Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive I walk along Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past an expanse of wild radish and California golden poppies. Below there’s a culvert and a … Continue reading

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Western Seagull

Beachcomber, the sting of salt water on your wings grey garbage collector raking portions from the undertow of my thoughts.

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Different Species

Outside the deck two birds wade in birdseed, one small, a dark-eyed junco, the other, twice her size, a brown- headed cowbird a step away from my geranium, quaking its feathers, parrying its beak into a hissing V and insists feed me … Continue reading

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From Pulp Into Paper

This is from my novel-in-progress, Pulp Into Paper. Brenda Shawn trained her flashlight on the ground and landed in the water on something soft and squishy. She shook her boot loose from gunk. Moving along like a small tractor, she … Continue reading

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Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve

Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive to Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past an expanse of wild radish and California golden poppies, and beyond a pond that is lined in … Continue reading

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Tucson Starbucks

National Croissant Day at Starbucks coffee counter doesn’t mean a free roll for every shopper, if only to commemorate a special event, people place orders with a drizzle of chocolate syrup. Above the company logo, a girl in wavy ringlets, … Continue reading

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Autumnal

Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in Continue reading

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Morning Glories

“…that was that, we could do no more—had to trust to sun and water and time…” My first garden grew in the Hunts Point section of the Bronx where every spring my mother would order morning glory seeds from the … Continue reading

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Change the Louisiana State Slogan

It seems odd that the Louisiana state slogan on its license plate is Sportsman’s Paradise. I am not a sport in the way that the slogan implies (hunting or fishing), nor am I a man. With such a gender specific … Continue reading

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Stormy Weather

A storm begins as a harmless patter, a shuffle on the pavement, an occasional trip-trap coming down at the same tempo, target practice increasing in accuracy until its velocity becomes more insistent, a spring downpour, the ahhing of earth absorbing … Continue reading

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