me 'n' milo, reading and checking the milepost. ziggy was always displeased when i had my nose in the milepost because i wasn't paying attention to him. but, milo?? - he needed to know where we were at all times and when was the next time he could get out…

    i am gonna make it easy on mister jones this year when he asks what do you want for your birthday? a year's pass to the anchorage museum.     

    once a year arctic fires bronze sculptureworks hosts art on fire at wasilla museum of transportation. mister jones attends blacksmithing meetings at the shop owned by artist patrick garley and he asked me to come see what happens at an iron pour. fascinating work, this breaking cast iron into workable pieces, feeding them into the fiery cauldron, waiting…

    • early morning practice: sitting and writing and reading. changes are happening. within and with out. i will here forward always forever never be the same as i was. once a body sees the change, it is a conscious decision to change. or stay the same. where the…

i felt the bittersweet as i walked into the library. i had penned book club onto my hand because i did not want to miss this night. this would be her final book club meeting as the librarian of sutton public library. she has been my librarian for 30 years and my friend for just as…

as i travel coyote hill, i find mirror'd shards of glass, remnants from when my hillside cabin burned to the ground in 1997. when i discover these little bits of mirror, i tuck them into my pocket and carry them up to angelo, placing them on the altar in my forest.…

let’s get real. real fuckin’ real. i have been studying internal martial arts for about a month’s time and i feel so very different inside and out. mind and heart and spirit and body. just today i felt flowy instead of stiff or robotic as we performed some gentle stretches…

    make my bed out of wonder bread, spread some mustard upon my head.  don't want no onions or sauerkraut, mamma, hold on to the bun baby, work it on out. i'm a chilidog. * so there was this dream. this dream wherein i was driving a road car, long lean body…

i was gonna tell you about the internal martial arts class i have been attending and what it is doing for my body and my mind and my very inner being. i was gonna tell you how i am no longer powerless because that would mean i am giving my power away and i'm learning…

  much of the snow has melted, and there is a clear path [albeit muddy] up coyote hill to the garden plot. brussel sprouts and cabbages and jalapeños have sprouted in trays under the basement grow light. the animals can now run freely around the yard and track hardly any mud…