We celebrated Washington’s Birthday that long ago in Ajo, AZ, getting married by the Justice of the Peace, then high-tailing into Sonoran...

When we first came to El Dorado County, we lived at the end of a little dirt road, on acres of ponderosa pine, incense cedar, black oak,...

So much rain! Our seasonal creek’s been running over the driveway since New Year’s Eve; enough to wash my sandbags downstream. More rain...

Starting with New Years Day. Then came the storm (10-11 inches in 2 nights and a day). I Didn't Know Handyman said he’d come soon as he...

On Saturday Placerville celebrated International Human Rights Day with speakers, music, art, and poetry in Town Hall. Before my turn came...

My last post was nine months ago?! Time compresses when I’m busy. Weed-eating, a new little battery-op chainsaw, Snowline visits, packing...

Long time no post. Time plays tricks, especially since lockdown. Here’s a ghazal as apology: A Letter for the Future from Now It’s Indian...

It was shining misty in my eyes as I drove to Placerville. Under its auspices we read poems on “Bring back the light, winter’s solstice...

for a piece of Eldorado NF not far from where we lived for 24 years, where we hiked, explored, and trained our search-and-rescue dogs. We...

For WakaFest150 – June 2019, celebration of the arrival of Japanese colonists at Wakamatsu Farm in 1869 – we had a “wishing tree” of...

Saturday was Open Farm Day at Wakamatsu Farm, with theme of Gratitude. And daughter Heather and daughter-in-law Dana were visiting....

What She Left Us Pick up the shredded papers, news in wads the puppy would bat from door to hall. So catlike in her mischief-chase, at...

Here’s an old poem refurbished like looking back at a mountain already hazed by distance: October 31 Tonight I dress in bones for the boy...

At Friday’s Living History Cemetery Tour I “met” Nancy Ross Gooch (1811-1901), portrayed by Sarina Krastev. Here’s a poem: On Course Born...

I’m getting ready for a Living History Cemetery Tour, benefit for our local Save the Graves. I took the tour in 2019 (last year was...

Arriving at Wakamatsu Farm early for Indigenous Peoples’ Day, I walked the trail along pond’s edge the way the egret flew. The Pond This...

Here’s a poem in honor of last Sunday’s 100 Thousand Poets for Change, and for this coming Saturday’s Indigenous People’s Day at...

Yesterday we drove South County – our home for almost a quarter century, where the Caldor Fire just roared through. Here’s a poem from a...