Available Now – The Woman With Three Elbows by Rachael Ikins

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Rachael Ikins’ newest book, The Woman With Three Elbows.

Misdiagnosed for over a decade with multiple mental illnesses and prescribed dozens of pharmaceuticals, artist and author Rachael Ikins’ latest book delivers powerful prose, poetry, and art created directly from the clearing of her mind following that period in her life.

A few of my personal favorites were:

I hope you’ll consider picking up a copy of Rachael’s book. Available at lulu, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, or signed copies directly from the author.

© 2022 | Rachael Ikins

Salmon Fishing in July

Set-net salmon fishing from this year. We set the net a couple hours before high tide and pull it in whenever we know there’s a few salmon caught. We do this until a few hours past high tide. There 1-2 high tides a day, this year one of the tides was 2am-6am so it was no sleep that night!

The net. Smoky skies from the million+ acres burning across the Inlet.
Fishing boats waiting for the opener.
Seagulls picking up salmon carcasses from the beach. No part goes to waste!
“Leave my scraps alone!”
Just off the beach a forest of alders. It’s magical.
Peaceful wind in the leaves.
Red Salmon
Beautiful colors.
8:30pm and the sun’s making its way down.
Fishing boats not far out.
Just after midnight, waiting for the tide.
12:30am and the fishing boats turn on the lights.
The salmon smoked and ready to be pressure canned.
Thai chilies added.

tara caribou | ©2022 all photos & video by me

Bunnies & Birds (and something gross) Photography

I’ll share a couple summer-photo posts from the last couple months. Any follower of my blog knows I’m generally quite busy in summer with harvesting, fishing, and processing of foods. This year I also have a house being built as well as tending a new, rather large, garden. I also am soon preparing for this year’s moose and processing that, which is always a big job but provides several of us with meat for the year.

Speaking of moose. Mama had twins (as normal). Shy but adorable (in a goofy way).
Dainty hooves.
“Mama wait!”
Baby Two just realized they left her behind…
“Feed me muffins!”
Big Guy. I love this bunny.
One of Big Guy’s many, many babies.
Mosquitoes driving us nuts!
Beautiful flyers. I love their feathers.
Eyeballin’ me.
Baby. Look at those fluff-feathers.
Gross. Not a fan.
Somehow caught him mid-hop.
Chubby bunny belly…

tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me

(cover photo: sea otter floating by)

Available Now – Coming of Rage by Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present Ray Van Horn, Jr.’s new book, Coming of Rage.

“Coming of Rage and six other short stories reflect the human spirit and learning how to rise up and meet adversity. To stand face-to-face with it, then overcome. These are tales of young and old, tragic and strong, broken but still standing. When a young man realizes all isn’t as he imagined it would be. When a woman relives her painful past and chooses to walk through the coals for the freedom on the other side. And when skin color becomes more than just skin-deep. These are the moments that shape us. The moments we make a decision to continue along our path of destruction or to rise above and allow wisdom to mold our minds into something new.” A common thread of hard turning points and difficult decisions rendered weave throughout each tale as author Ray Van Horn, Jr. draws on his many years experience in the music industry where he rubbed elbows with drummers, vocalists, bands, groupies, managers, roadies, and die-hard fans.

One of my personal favorites was:

A man’s shady past catches up with him. You’ll have to read the story to see how it turns out!

I hope you’ll consider picking up a copy of Ray’s book. Available at lulu, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and EPUB ebook, Nook, Kobo, Kindle, Apple books, or signed copies directly from the author.

© 2022 | Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Another Art Posting

“All My Cats” by me (inspired by my friend and fellow author/blogger, Michael Raven)

Here’s a few pieces I’ve done this month, not including business artwork. Some of these are available for sale on my Society6 page, where you can get high-quality artwork printed on a variety of items such as phone covers, puzzles, mugs, wall art, rugs, clothing, and more!

Mixed-media art by me.
Mixed media by me.

July life update coming soon!

tara caribou | ©2022 all art by me.

Cats Gone Fishing

Another afternoon piece of art done!
I’m thinking I’ll load this onto Society6 with some of my work already there. Thoughts?

tara caribou | ©2022 ink & colored pencil, artwork by me

Red White and Blues

would have been, in days past, that the arguments and pain and hurtful words would have thrown me into a spiral. envisioning red ribbons across pale flesh and splashes of life (precious) dripping onto bathroom tiles. forget the sharp blade, I’d reach for the rusty one. or else a bottle of pills or worse. overcome with I-can’t-do-this-anymore’s and this-isn’t-worth-it’s. rocking back and forth, head tapping on the wall. give yourself a big hug before the end. tears, tears, tears.

enduring love which grows and doesn’t give up, deep friendship flowered and fostered, small hands with beautiful smiles. work. hard work. perseverance and hope. forgiveness and repentance pouring. and the act of creation. white pages first barren now filling, filling, absorbing, blotting, tearing, crumpling, bearing the bountiful burdens, never judging. pencil, pen, marker, paint, watercolor, acrylic, pastel. abstract, surrealism, realism, absurdism, comically ridiculousness, immature… but healing! oh how healing!

so that now, even right now, the blues in missing you or wishing to be holding you, or tired of the fights and frights and misgivings and words best left unspoken. the painful scars reopened. the ocd manic imploring. begging to take over once more. with the past in the past but never quite gone… somehow able to hold my head high. to go out for a walk into the wildness of nature. to listen to the waves and watch the sea birds or the wildlife or the flowers growing or a humble bumble bee just being a bee and able to breathe it in. to let it go. to forgive. to be brave. to forge ahead. to live. to love. to learn. to grow.

tara caribou | ©2022


your fingers trail in the lazy rivers
of my heart
I remember you
I remember you!

you with your troubled past
and a hopeful future
you with the fires of passion
on the corner of your lip
your delicate heart and shy feet
trodding lightly
(you long ago learned
to keep quiet as a mouse)

but you, you have so much
to give the world
oh yes, I remember you
how I longed to rage
against the dragon for you
to rip out the roots of injustice
to baptize you in healing pure waters

in my mind’s eye:
I fought with holy vengeance
sword in one hand
and the terror of light in the other
my mouth pouring forth incantations
of righteous wrath
the dragon reduced
to a whimpering cowering man in the end
but I did not stop
I chopped him to pieces
then trode upon his wicked flesh and
also that of the mangled body
of his weak-minded accomplice
then building a pyre and burning them both
and once done
turning and holding out my hand to you
you uncurling from your egg
standing up tall
so tall!
your chin held high
now clothed in dove white
stepping forward and glowing

yes, I remember you
for your fingers pluck
at the edges of my heart’s banks

[I still have the sword and the light,
shall we go hunting together?]

tara caribou | ©2022

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