Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
Raw Earth Ink is proud to present R.H. Alexander’s debut poetry chapbook, Confession from Eden.

Poet R.H. Alexander works through the human condition: love, despair, loss, grief, wistfulness, memory, hope, and will in this collection of poetry and prose. His compilation glimpses through the windows of lives come and gone, of widows and workers, sons and sisters, deadbeats and loners – we all become a part in the tapestry of mankind.




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After being housebound the last few weeks with about ten feet of snow surrounding my house, my driveway impassable, I was finally dug out on Friday just enough to get down the drive and out to the beach for an hour of salty fresh air and wide open skies.
I couldn’t have asked for a nicer afternoon.
I took about 500 photos so I’m working my way through them to pick out a few of my favorites for a future post, but for today, here’s one as I was driving away. Unedited.
tara caribou | ©2022 photo by me
The other day it was quite windy here. Winds 25-30 mph (about 40-48 kmh). Fairly typical winter winds. That brought temps down to about -5*F (-21C)… which doesn’t feel (or sound) too bad … except it was. To snap these photos, I had to put on full gear, including balaclava, glasses, down hood and parka. Normally I don’t have to go to such extremes, since I’m used to the chill, but man that wind makes a difference. Fingers (or any uncovered skin) go numb in mere seconds without protection. As such, I didn’t stay out long but I hope you enjoy a few windswept snowbanks and a lovely setting sun.











tara caribou | ©2022 all photos and video by me
In winter, it seems to me, the play of light and shadow appears most intense. Especially when observing the snow and sun, freezing and thawing, ocean and air. I hope you enjoy a few examples.



















tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me


















tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me
The winter glow is like magic to my soul. I find myself unable to look away. The chill buries itself in my bones, but it’s not unwelcome. Gone are the long overheated days of summer with its unrelenting sun rays and sweat on my brow. These are the days of hibernation, of introspection, of root growth.
Winter (and autumn) are my favorite seasons, which is one of the many reasons I live here in Alaska. Where I live, it’s about six months long and I love it.
I also got a precious little bundle of gifts when my one of my rabbits had a litter of kits the last day of the year. I’m in love with these little guys. I hope you guys enjoy the photos.














tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me
My hands went numb and my batteries died in the cold but it was worth it. Enjoy!











tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me
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