The Confluence

2020. Collective trauma, global pandemic, racial upheaval, voter suppression. I’ve been thinking about the trees lately. It’s been very hard. I think about the Georgia O’Keefe quote, “If more people were trees, I would like them better.” I’ve reflected on the metaphor of confluence. The converging of different waters, different tines of the river. The confluence of the north and middle forks of the American … Continue reading The Confluence


A photo-poem California You escape your current Corona By escaping to summits To sands To some impossibly becoming body of water California You’re always at edge Of winds shifting Upon refresh and refresh Again PurpleAir California Do you remember the days Of earthquakes and El Niño? When haze was not temperature Smoke not forecast California You’re always the verge of something Just about smokeline To … Continue reading River