“Thank God for hollyhocks,” the ranch wife said as she stood by the side of her truck. “They go untended, not like everything else around...

Virga is a...shaft of precipitation...that evaporates before reaching the ground...making the clouds appear to have a comma attached.” ...

That shimmering profusion of white and green-- an illusion creating confusion in one new to the scene. Rue the newbie who brought a...

Yesterday—the dog and I on the long stretch between Winnemucca and  Lovelock-- I fell asleep.  Felt my head nod and bob… Awake!--  a...

Between me and the clothesline-- a bull snake whose  blotches blend with wet dirt and dead leaves. No hiss or fake rattlesnake coil,...

“Now we are having beautiful warm windless weather that is very beneficial to me. The sun, a light that for lack of a better word I can...

The rat-a-tat yap has finally stopped. What set off her terrier alarm? A neighbor who would do me harm? And when I head home late and get...

What if the one-legged tenant in the upstairs apartment  drops his boot with a thump and there you are staring  at the ceiling, waiting,...

Each morning I mourn my reflection by asking a metaphysical question: Who is this  woman watching me wash a crumpled face and brush...

You open the bedroom curtain and it’s hallelujah outside. The ordinary patio gold-leaved, all the trees lit from within. You wonder if...

Over the loudspeaker, “Christmas party radiology conference room at noon.” We chipped in for cold cuts, brought goodies-- cheese and...

​Driving to Elko on a winter day storm clouds stacked from Lone Mountain to the Rubies. Jesus rays in all directions. Even the lonely...

Remember that the automatic door  to the department store opens before  you,  polite as a doorman at the Ritz. Remember, when you descend...

Today I rearranged the fake flowers. ​I placed the fake grape hyacinths on the fireplace mantel, put the fake spring bouquet on a table...

​Something awful may happen tomorrow. Some terrible thing may be waiting for mourning.  Think on this: The car you leave in never...

Watch the restless swallows come and go on the power line to Tuscarora. Some avian law explains the way birds leave space between one...

male’s loud bob-o-link a harsh guttural chuck three-syllable song, coo-coo-cup a  faint and thin bee-yup or yep a single, loud klee-yer a...

It matters not what others see. I love the looks of me. Moo, moo, me, me.

No prison can hold me; no hand or leg irons or steel locks can shackle me.  No ropes or chains can keep me from my freedom.” Harry...

I am doing my best to stay away from the neurotic, the lazy, and the just plain crazy as they come in a cloud (that cloud) of...