Monday, December 06, 2010. I know that, in my head at least. The one absolute immutable law, though, dealt with lights. Christmas lights were to be dainty and small and, well, white. Preferably NOT blinking, but she could take the blink.

Friday, October 21, 2011. The Night of the Frogs. I was lying on my cot in my hogan. The darkness of the northern Arizona desert lay around me. No light came through the smoke hole from the overcast sky. In the stillness I heard a strange, worrying sound. This happened several years ago, when I was teaching on the Navajo reservation. It has always amused me and reminded me how our imaginations can play tricks on us. Saturday, September 3, 2011.

Finding the courage to create, one word at a time. If you have subscribed in the past, you will need to resubscribe as there was a loss of the subscriber database, le sigh. I just jumped back into Poetry Friday with an original poem, Poetry Waits For Me. There are so many stories only you can tell.

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