Musings – Wild Women Wisdom

for winter, @northcreekwood

i am deep pitted eyes the slime of leaf fetid goop my hair and also i am thin line of haze, but a smoke wisp on the air no more anymore thanfragile outline of what i am not now, not now butwas, there is nowas, wheredid i use to be?ankles deep in raze cedar pitch…

It’s good to be alive.

Dusk last night was canyon-purple, that purple shade of nighttime blue, I drove the half mile in to town to buy ingredients for dinner. Friday night, and I was surprised by the relief downtown on Broadway, an actual light that sat on the skin in the air. This was more than fall: The tourists are gone….