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 Wolf

I have never seen a wolf.   Not in the wild.  My dad did, once.  Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters.   We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes.   Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …

A Cold Wind

This was no extraordinary day.  An old man in a hat walked around the yard.  A boy sat in a chair.  Then a cold wind came down the boney back of the mountain. But what was I expecting?  The cat stared out the window as wind tossed the branches about and eagles circled the chickens…