Poetry, Prose and Prattle

A poetic reflection on my writing time in Santa Fe earlier this year: Adobe Skin  My rough, calloused palm caresses the smooth rou...

Farewell Santa Fe.  This is my last full day in New Mexico, I'm 90% packed and ready to embark.  There has been much time to think and m...

Ojo Caliente.  Hot Eye.  Yesterday's foray was to  Ojo Caliente , a hot springs that has been on my must see list for as long as I can r...

My time in Santa Fe is winding down and I'm feeling a bit of pressure to be sure  I've seen all that  I wanted to see and have visit...

Sabbatical.  Sequester.  Work vacation.  Seclusion.  Running Away.  Pick one.  They all sort of describe my sojourn to Santa Fe.  Sometimes ...

A short easy drive up to Ghost Ranch , Abiquiu, NM this morning.  This ranch is owned and operated by the Presbyterian Church since 1955, bu...

Three museums in two days!  On Tuesday I found myself driving up Museum Hill in Santa Fe - a short easy ride from town with wonderful views ...

My three week mark in Santa Fe is this week, on hump day.  About 14 more nights and I'm homeward bound.  Back to beautiful, friendly Col...

After a hike in  Tent Rocks National Monument Rebekah and I fool heartedly resort to a throwback paper map since GPS reception is sketchy a...

What better way to begin a Friday morning than to dance Magic with  Rebekah Hartman?   Rebekah was in Santa Fe to sub classes at StudioNia...

Ten Thousand Waves is just ten minutes and twenty-six bucks away from the Casita.  A short drive up Artists Rd. and I arrive at a peaceful...

I used to be a lightning bolt poet, writer.  The urgency to put pen to paper would overwhelm me.  I'd stop whatever I was doing, grab a ...

Previously I wrote about red and green chile and my equal aversion to both. Not surprisingly I've been in New Mexico for 12 nights and ...

Madrid.  Not pronounced like the city in Spain, think more of the fabric madras and go from there. Not wanting to sound too strange to all ...

I attended a second go round of the "Free Association Writing" meetup yesterday, and people talked to me.  Maybe that is the trick...

The stars were out last night.  Not the Hollywood stars making headlines in the days following the Golden Globes; the real stars of the Univ...

She came to the desert To walk on the edge of a knife The paint brush her weapon of expression The green of New York did not inspire her...

Another cloudy Santa Fe morning.  Somehow I continually experience aberrant weather on my adventures.  Long ago, on a family trip to Souther...