Maybe I'll use this ol' (1983) woodsy pic of me

on the jacket of my next book of woodsy ol' poems

Like some of these . . .

 

One of my favorite poems of the last few years is

My Drug of Choice is the Moon

 

A true story about a real dog

Moon Dog

 

As a child I really never saw

Mount Harrison

 

Winter affects us in different ways

Good Job, God

 

I was living in the mountains outside Boise, when one night

Jupiter Was So Loud, He Woke Me Up

 

Take my Advice -- I'm not using it

Does it matter if you have something to say if no one wants to hear you?

Crow Woman

 

Value yourself in age, wisdom, and continuing Vitality

The Delicacy

 

A friend told me this story as we talked about the idea of "the inner child"

Jessie

 

And this poem describes a healing meditation

The Wizard Rescues The Enchanted Child

 

Writing helped me while I was trying to understand my son's death

At the Casket of My Son

 

And who can understand the power of Nature?

Ten years after the eruption, I visited

Mount Saint Helen's

 

My granddaughter keeps things simple

Karin's Dream Shirts

 

This one wrote itself when I thought I'd finally learned

Drying Off Again

 

Why I didn't help with the PNWCNA XXI -

Why I Resign: The Feeder

 

I dreamt I found the Moon in the garbage

Wrapped in Newspaper, The Moon

 

This story is loosely based on a childhood memory

Father's Day Picnic, 1952

 

an essay that tries to sum up my life: Inner Peace

and my novel about a little girl who gets therapy when she's 11 instead of 40.

Rainie

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