Thunder, Lightning, and I Found My Spirit Animal

Ahhhhh, Takhini Hot Springs… a lovely outdoor Olympic pool-sized bath fed by the natural hot springs of the Takhini underworld, where everything moves as if in slow-motion– like after dancing it up all night in the club then walking into daylight for the first time in a blurry-eyed state of blissful exhaustion just as the…

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Behemoth’s Maiden Voyage, Day 1: Wah, I want to go home!

The first five minutes in the Behemoth weren’t good. On first smell I could tell something wasn’t right. Then something in the truck caused my hyper sensitive lungs to react, and suddenly I needed my inhaler.  On our first corner we climbed a small hill, and our flatbed Chevy Cheyenne work truck slowly putted up…

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Growing Gardens in the Mind

Welcome to the Prose Garden, where we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays. Here we explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable.

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Last Breath

El que niega la muerte, niega la vida.  (He who denies death, denies life.) — Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to…

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Night Visitor

Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It’s deer-hunting season, so I’m surprised he still comes back. “He looks tasty.” My husband licks his lips.…

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as if to stop the time

tiny breaths on pillowcases baseboards ticking like my mind which one should I cuddle first    as if to stop the time one more year, I tell myself     he hasn’t flown off yet heartbeats strong underhand down upon my back     she finds her voice    breathing deep watching her throat move in her sleep…

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The Fire Starter

He crept in quietly, like a chameleon. His lingering kisses took me on a voyage, told a story, with crescendos and denouements. Usually he chased the sun in one of his rebuilt engines or on one of his many motorcycles, but he hit the brakes when with me. Smooth, I thought he was water. But…

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Time in the Woods

Time In the woods Does not go by appointments Or schedules or to-do’s– Time goes by the Lengthening of shadows, The quickening of the breeze, The warming of the sun, The melting of the ice. Bellies rumbling, Freckles encroaching. Time is not sand through an hourglass– It is sand eroded off the riverbank, The falling…

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