Category Archives: Poetry

CLOUDCROFT I’m going back to ride from Cloudcroft, down to Ruidoso along the mountain rim. It starts with an uphill so steep it can fog glasses — I won’t curse the altitude, I may get off and walk and listen … Continue reading →

Spring From the fourth floor library window the cypresses are leaning again at that angle I envy. My feet want to go running into the storm.  My hands leave prints on the glass. But now the sand is up, darkening … Continue reading →