All the world’s a stage —

A Celebration of Creativity and Light! — Today is World Pinhole Photography Day! This is something I forget about every year until an email or social media post reminds me, then I find myself scrambling to make some new images in its honor. Never mind that I make pinhole photographs, often, OF COURSE I need a new…

Project update: project completion! — Last year in yet another of my naïve overflowings of enthusiasm powered by too many cups of coffee and the fact that I never learn, I cooked up yet another community project. I worked really hard on it, secured a venue for the finished product, and then managed to forget…

Internal Tension Hybrid Prose Poem — She used to hide out in neon lit honky-tonks the dance floor open with a heart singing last call keys and cash down in her boots You can arm yourself to the gills with a smile, a pert skirt, and legs that never tire. You’ll need it, since they make…

For a Secret Place — We cycled down to the Secret Place in the late November light at that hour when the sun touches everything with little licks of flame We walked down the Spikeplant trail to cricket song, seeking letter chains, calling everything by name: the Finger Knives, cutting up the mud the Puffer Seeds…

Her name is Rio. . . . — I have a thing for rivers. I also have a thing for photography, and for writing (probably you have already notice this). …

Yes, another full moon poem! — the other night was a howler but this one is meek as a lamb quiet and warm by the fire I see that beady eye rising through the purpling dusk scratching its back on the bare tree branches nipping off bits of bark wintertime gathers in while I toss him a…