arctic fox lifts a paw, slides silently forth, starts, pauses, darts forward and claims a lusty prize for her children three, turns and dashes off, tail low, mouth full, hurriedly growls and grunts heard from atop the carcass of an old moose, wolverine twists and tears frozen flesh, cares not for wolf or cold, only […]
Wait up, hold up, it’s 20 of my favorite photos I took in December. I hope you enjoy. Super high tide. Foamy. At a rest stop in the mountains. I love the snow. More please. I like the seaweed in the crash. Almost a halo. Ice crystals in the air. Last moon of the year. […]
My review of Beau Allen’s poetry book “The Moon Will Listen”.
You are the Mountain Queen. For as long as you can remember, you’ve watched the village far below you. Each night, the forge fire burns and the smith’s hammer can be heard all around you. Since the snow melted, the hammer has been silent and no fire burns… Moving your senses from high above, they […]
black and white only. No explanations. All photos mine. ~tara ©2020
One dark and clear winter night, as I beheld the moon hanging precariously above the tree line, I stretched forth my hand and plucked it right from the sky. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t a sphere as we’d been told. No, it was more like a wheel of cheese. I used […]
the radio sounded and caused him to jump bursts of static came into the capsule broken words from home unable… rescue… sorry thank you for your service all he could make out as he drifted towards the dark side again the oxygen indicator beeped again low levels he wouldn’t make it into the light again […]
I called out to the moon late one night: “Here, keep my heart for safe keeping; It’s been hurt so many times and I give it away far too easily. Please protect it from those it is looking for” She smiled kindly and reached down, Surrounded my wounded heart with light And with her beams […]
lying here upon my bed in my ear, a whisper a rustle at my feet what’s this? a call, a beckon rising, I cast about there, again throwing open my door she’s standing there her face full upon me I’ve seen her many nights previous at times her face half-hidden her hair is adorned with […]
As I stand here gazing out my window at the evening sky, clouds burning red, mountains a rosey pink, trees and fields fading in the night, stars winking into existence, landscape disappearing, making way for the dancing auroras and the moon partially clothed in her full splendor, my mind drifts. I wonder at possibilities. Could […]
