God Is Here

When I last travelled the desert, I passed this one empty house.  It was along a flat stretch of highway.  A straight away nearly twelve miles long. Springtime was busting out.  The desert filling with promise. Green spotted the hills and I could see dots of little yellow flowers. And rain.  Rain was loving the…

Zanzibar

“I could put  my cigarette out in it,” the man said and laughed a little.  Blond and tall and lean, he rolled the window up to keep the ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot. It was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he said. Jay and the girl rode…

Birds

White birds congregate in the fields. We pass them often these days.  They’ve come  from Russia  to winter and feed in the fallow fields near my home – Tundra Swans, Trumpeter Swans, Snow Geese. The  Trumpeter Swans are big and white with long curved necks.  The geese are smaller but just as white with wings…