July 6, 2019

BUCKLE-UP Wilderness whups ass. No one is exempt. Ice cracks. Frozen lakes overflow. Bears charge down steep slopes. An inflatable raft springs a leak. A critical box of supplies gets left behind. WTF: where are the matches? Predators large and small are afoot. As are swarms of the most bloodthirsty of all: mosquitoes and no-see-ems.… Read More


June 21, 2019

Ravens collect coils of vine, twists of ribbon, and shiny discarded baubles. They have been known to incorporate barbed wire into their nests. Corvus corax adapt and use whatever catches their eye to construct their sky-harbors. As I cull through old words, seek out new images and hunt for the unexpected turn of phrase –… Read More


June 1, 2019

“I think dogs are the most amazing creatures. They give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive.” – Gilda Radner Starting a new story demands hours and hours of mulling, pacing, muttering, stopping and starting. My wonderful Writer Elkhound keeps pace with me, listens with interest to my various howls… Read More


May 24, 2019

The drift of blossoms create a flat bouquet. Rain drenched colors and a sun break lure the rapid curiosity of a hummingbird. An optical fluke forms as I open the car door. Sunlight, glass and concrete conspire to form a heart.… Read More


May 4, 2019

The Writer Elkhound and I take a walk. Thora reminds me to keep an eye out for movement and to pause by aromatic patches of spring. The forest is complex, nuanced by dust, new growth, squirrel middens and the rapid strokes of feathers as birds oar through the heavy air. I sense rain. Today is,… Read More


April 28, 2019

It is the season of unfurling leaves. It is the time when eagles circle back to their aeries and the red tailed hawks ride a thermal into the deepest of blues. I dust off old books and peruse albums that are brittle with age and yet still vibrant, redolent of earlier springs and distant adventures.… Read More


April 17, 2019

As I grapple with ideas for a developing story my Norwegian Elkhound pup, Thora, gnaws on a non-rawhide chew and occasionally gives chase to a new idea. Elkhounds are an ancient breed with fur the color of spilled ink: black, gray, silver and white. Thora will be a year old at the end of May.… Read More


April 13, 2019

I listen to rain plopping down from the eaves and am soothed by the slow cloudy unfurling of the season. Buds pop out here and there and the entire world has a shimmer to it. The weather and meadows and woods speak in a vast collection of voices while our current day-to-day world of politics-… Read More


June 26, 2018

                                                                                                                               journal jl Sensory Index Are you a list maker? Is it a compulsion? A passion? A way to keep track of all those pesky tasks that have to be done, sooner or later? Whatever the motivation, rows of words have a way of capturing information in a very compact way. A lineup of ingredients.… Read More