*I wrote 75% of this post summer 2015.** Stay tuned for my talented friend’s new Mountain Pretty blog.
Life has always felt surreal: I’m a textbook aquarian. But it’s wild that I am…
You’re a dust devil my grandma said.
Tangles from the desert-wind.
Wouldn’t let my mother brush my hair.
Was never still.
The violent tides of winter gather
A viscous ocean umbra of white air high above my life races by headlong determined to to…