The Mammoth Lakes Years
the house of belonging
This poem hasn’t left me since I read it. I want it to live here, among Half Dome photos and doubts and gratitude, as some sort of anchor. I awokethis …
“i thought of you and sent a prayer in motion”
It’s been nearly a year, and honestly, shockingly, it doesn’t cross my mind much anymore. The weight and depth of the grief and shock have lifted, and they remain in …
winterscapes
It’s summer here, today so warm that a pair of shorts was almost too much. Smoke swept into the mountains from some neighboring fire and my shoes filled with dust …
