Wednesday, November 04, 2026

Manistique in March

We walk along the beach against a whipping wind that coils my hair around my face, twisting against the restraints of my hood until it flies free in the fray. 

A relentless roil pushes the heavy glass of frozen waves until they smash and break, piling in fractured heaps along the beach.

Fragments of ice fringe the shoreline, a chaos of crystals refracting the rays of light brave enough to escape the caliginous clouds.

Cold bites at gloved hands as we watch a crimson lighthouse emerge from the gray, a monolith rising solid against the lake's tempestuous fury.

And I feel the lake. Her nature heaving, gyrating, releasing, reclaiming everything she is, leaving all her heaviness in the sand.

March 23, 2023

Laurel 

Tuesday, October 06, 2026

Moon Over Borah

Moon Over Borah
     Photo credit: Willy Braun

It's the way light 
caresses her crags 
sketches shadows 
in charcoal runs 
that disappear in a cluster
of scattered pine. 

The way caliginous clouds 
shroud her apex, 
virga drifting off the skirts 
of the storm. 

She stands watch 
as coils of wind devils
chase a lone pronghorn 
through a tract of sage

where Indian paintbrush blooms pink 
and purple lupine 
sway to the echo 
of thunder rumbling 
down the canyons 
of Lost River Range. 

And always,
it's the way Moon 
rests in her saddle, 
his face glowing soft 
against the climax 
of her summit. 

Laurel
May 28, 2025




Friday, September 25, 2026

Fragile Things

The mountain
does not apologize
for being made of stone.

It rises dark and certain,
keeping the old language
of pressure and fire 
beneath its skin.

Still, the columbines come.

Pale as moonlight,
tender as an open hand,
they gather at the edge
of everything unforgiving
and bloom.

Not because Earth
has been gentle.

Not because Wind
forgot how to wound.

They bloom where cracks 
in the stone remind roots 
what they came here to do.

Perhaps strength
was never meant
to look like a mountain.

Perhaps it is this:

a fragile thing
holding fast
to a narrow place,

turning its soft face
toward the sun. 

August 23, 2026

Photo credit to unknown Instagram photographer with apologies for not catching their name.