Dust floats on rays of light dancing just above my head. Sheets are rumpled from sleep; covers long ago lost to the floor. Long morning shadows slice across her back and my face; alternating diagonals of light and dark with no regard for boundaries. Shadows do not...
Kate Inglis My fellow Maritime girl. She writes books (real ones). She takes pictures (fantastic ones). She takes care of rude pink-shirt-wearing guys in bar lines (you had to be there). For sheer talent with words, Kate brings me to my knees every single time....
I’m running. Not fast, but I’m running. The gravel is loose under my feet and I can feel my left ankle – the weak one – twinge a little. My chest burns and I know my face is ridiculously bright red. I want to stop, especially on those low slung country...
You ready to let yourself be moved? Check out some of these….. Kelly Diels Damn it; girl is gooooood. So good I consume every word she writes, usually more than once. I’m tickled to say that we’re cooking up some seriously sweet baddassedry...
It is green here. So very green. I marvel at the layers and layers of emerald, chartreuse, lime, avocado, dark forest, bright apple. My eyes trace the landscape, delighted by the many forgotten shades that exist in the natural world. I am weary of the desert by now. ...
6.11.10 (one year ago) The light is the color of wheat this morning. A dull golden glow, not yet fully committed to the day. Later, it whispers a promise to pulse and blaze with the heat of the desert. Right now the light is present but not yet the living,...
