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 with his other hand to keep ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot though it was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he said. Jay…

Birds

White birds congregate in the fields below the road. We pass them often these days.  They’ve come  from Russia  to winter and feed in the fallow fields near my home. They are tundra swans, trumpeter swans, snow geese. The  Trumpeter swans  are big and white with long curved necks.  The geese  are smaller but just as…