7 Days, 7 Photos – Day 1


Black and white only. No explanations. All photos mine. ~tara ©2020

Winter Peace

I’ve been spending as much time as I can on my beach, letting the quiet soak into my bones and its peace cover my soul.

I have a narrow road to recovery but it is these moments that I find myself able to heal, little pieces at a time. Parts of me feeling betrayed. Parts relieved. Parts hurting and parts full of love and loneliness.

It’s cold. I have not seen the temperatures rise above single digits (Fahrenheit) for several weeks. Mostly staying right around -5 to 2* F. Somehow, when I’m sitting on the beach, the waves lapping at my boots, the cold doesn’t penetrate quite as deeply. I feel peace and yet a little bit of restlessness. Winter is far from over. I’m okay with that, too.

Ice crystals growing on the inside of my spare room windows.

~tara caribou | ©2020


“Static Dreams Volume 2” a dark fiction anthology

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present a dark fiction short story anthology, Static Dreams: A Dark Anthology from Twisted Minds Volume 2.

Ohhh goodness. It’s a second book from another great group of authors.

Shadows twist over our night terrors, bringing with them more tales of haunted pasts, hidden futures, broken promises, and the blood necessary to hold it all together. Where a plot of land seeks to have its grisly appetite sated in return for rich rewards. Where a faceless man stands watching helplessly as the lives of those around him slip past through the years, ever-repeating, always connected yet separate. And where a pair of boys come face to face with the dark secrets of their sleepy seaside town, their own initiation rite now unavoidable. Light the candles and say your prayers, this night may just smother you. Or keep your eyes wide open, for it might be your salvation from these distorted static dreams.

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Ocean Scenery

There aren’t many places in the world that make me happy more consistently than the ocean. Or, perhaps, the beach by the ocean (because let’s face it, I’m not out in the water… it’s Alaska, for Pete’s sake).

It’s the smell in the air. The wide open spaces. The sounds of seagulls and eagles screeching. The waves crashing or simply lapping. The view that is always the same and always different. It’s magic and tragedy and dangerous and holiness all at once.


Nearing sunset at 10.30pm, the volcano Redoubt is shrouded in a glowing mist. [July, Cook Inlet]


The sun just touching the mountains with the volcano Illiamna rising on the left. [April, Cook Inlet]

The summer months offer long days and the sun never sets in the same place each night. In winter, the skies are ultra clear and the mountains seem to grow larger.


An eagle hunts at the mouth of the river. Redoubt towers in background, silent and powerful. [March, Cook Inlet]


The ice-filled water churns on the shore. I may have got a little too close for this shot, falling through two feet of snow that was (unbeknownst to me) undercut by the waves. Cold wet feet ending this day’s adventures. [February, Cook Inlet]

It’s not just my own local beach that draws me. Further south down the road a piece (where I visit my optometrist, who, due to health issues regarding my eyes, I must see every three months), is the town of Homer, nestled on Kachemak Bay with an incredible view (and also the town I was born in, back in the seventies).


Driving down the hill known as Baycrest, coming into Homer. The sun is just about to rise over the mountains straight ahead at 9:30am. The Homer Spit stretches miles out into the bay. [November, Kachemak Bay]


And here again at the top of Baycrest (Homer being just left, out of the frame), at sunset, just before 4pm. I love the glaciers you can see. [November, Kachemak Bay]

The view, for me, never gets old.

Whether up close or far off, snowy, rainy, sunny, windy…. this… THIS is where I want to be. Breathing. Dreaming. Writing. Living.

~tara caribou


Also, PS… I also found out if I drop my phone on my beach, this happens:

who knew?!!

“Static Dreams Volume 1” a dark fiction anthology

Raw Earth Ink is proud to present a dark fiction short story anthology, Static Dreams: A Dark Anthology from Twisted Minds Volume 1.

Ohhh yes, my friend, you see that correctly. Right here in my hands, well, not currently because I type with both hands *ahem* but recently I held it and caressed it just a little because inside these pages comes a great collection of works I was honored to publish.

Within the dark mindscape of our twisted dreams come tales of revenge and righteous vindication, deep-seated mistrust and hidden truths brought into the light. Where a young woman is able to sift through the minds of her enemies and destroy them through sheer thought before they can consume her. Where a man only allowed to speak a mere one hundred words carries out grim assigned tasks before death comes for him. And where a group of sweet old ladies may just as easily ring up your purchase as invite you to tea and cake, which just might turn out to be your very last meal. So dim down your lights and clutch your blankets to your chin, for tonight you’ll find yourself wrapped up deep in these sweet static dreams.

The anthology (in its first volume) contains nine short stories from a group of really awesome writers. I am so humbled to work with these guys. Truly.

Need another teaser to whet your ravenous appetite?? Don’t mind if I do:

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Wild Animals

It’s not that I really have to battle any real wild animals. I live rurally. Pretty rural. Out in the wilds of Alaska. But they’re out there… I know they are.

Oh wait….:

I mean honestly… this is what I primarily see. Mostly wild. I say mostly because to be honest, if they hear my voice, the bunnies come a-running… or hopping, to me. In a few moments I may be surrounded by them. I don’t mind. I’m kind of in love with them.

Of course, the bunnies bring other visitors.

Not exactly the best photo but this guy ate really well for while there. Going so far as to eviscerate one of the bunnies on my front porch. Blood and guts and shit and fur and bones spread out. What a joy that was to clean up…

But it’s not all bad.

This guy is, oh, twenty feet from my bedroom window. I see him almost daily. If not him then his mom and her new baby (it was babies but one didn’t live very long).

Fun fact: the moose here on the Kenai Peninsula almost exclusively have twins. No where else in the world do moose have so many. In fact, some years ago Montana sought to replenish their failing moose population and relocated females from this area to help. I don’t know if it’s working but that’s what they did.

Of course, I can drive a few minutes away to the beach and catch some more wild creatures to stare at.

About a month ago, I went to the beach one evening and there were hundreds of these jellyfish on the beach. This seems to be happening more and more frequently with massive die-offs. Two years ago there were thousands of dead seabirds on the beaches. There are hardly any shellfish left. Or starfish or other such tide pool creatures. Makes me sad.

Until next time… I’ll be watching you!


this post is for you, Jo. 😊

Gone Fishin’

I’m around… sort of. Summer in Alaska. Busy. I’ve been the last few days doing a type of subsistence fishing called set-net. It’s moderately labor intensive but worth it to teach others the “old ways”. So here are a few pics, should my view interest you.

Mostly silver salmon, which is exactly what I wanted. Good amount of fat and flavor.

Set-net fishes the high tides, so that meant early (for me) and then again later, close to sunset around 1030pm.

That splash is the tell-tale sign that a fish has hit the net!

In the smokehouse.

Book Review – The Stories In Between by River Dixon

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I read this book via both my e-reader and in paperback. This is a unsolicited review.


What I Loved:

River Dixon is easily one of my favorite writers. He creates both poetry as well as flash fiction and short stories (which in my humble opinion are his shining stars). Reading him is like revisiting one of my old favorites, Philip K Dick. Only…. I like River’s voice better. So I guess I’m saying I believe he’s better than PKD. Yep. I said it. River’s style is dark, twisted, humorous and unexpected…. just what I want to read in a short story. His characters may be “the bad guy” yet somehow you find yourself rooting for them, seeing them through their own slanted view. Other times they may be the simple guy on the sidelines at the wrong place (and often confused with their plight).

This collection is everything I hoped for in reading his work. Dark and twisted. Someone (almost) always dies. Often strangely or violently (but not explicitly graphically). The good guy is often the bad guy and he doesn’t always win… though you want him to. This is thirteen stories written by a master manipulator of the word and mind. The first and last stories are tied together (I won’t say how!) and what’s sandwiched in between is… well, I won’t say heaven… but something quite wonderful.

There’s the little voice inside that won’t ever shut up. The little girl who loves her father more than any other and carefully follows his gruesome footsteps. The nagging mother who’ll never let her middle-aged son grow up, even from the grave. The man who meets his author and creator. Dead hookers, old-time gangsters who suddenly gain a conscience mid-hustle, a book curator who’ll stop at nothing to find that children’s book, a seller of dreams, and an alternate dimension that collides with ours so that a man sees his alternate increasingly are found in these pages. And more…

The other thing I love about River’s writing is how much he allows for your imagination. He points you down the dark shadowy trail in the woods and allows you to find your way out again. It’s masterfully done and so enjoyable.

I didn’t find a single grammatical error or misspelling and that made me very happy. Also, the paperback quality was very good. A nice size in your hand and the front cover art was appealing.

What I Didn’t:

If I had to complain about anything it’s that I wish it was twice as long.

I will add in this section, if you’re squeamish about language or dark themes (such as murder or scratching beneath the floorboard that won’t allow you to finish watching that musical on Netflix…) then this might not be a good match for you. This contains all that. (Though mostly by reference and not by adding the grisly details.)

My Favorite Bits:

Little Voice“Everyone has that little voice inside their head; that’s normal. But this voice, coming from my abdomen was starting to concern me.” And then… “My reflection in the window looked good; hair neatly cropped and tie crisp….. His eyes glazed over at the sight of my tattered and stained pajama pants and blood-soaked t-shirt. The clip-on necktie hung slightly crooked under my cleanly shaven face.” ohmygod the first time I read that I literally laughed out loud

Case of the Missing Pillow
“It’s right there; you dumb shit.”
“That’s not my pillow.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not, can’t be. My pillow is blue.” The husband shook his head.
“Oh, my, God, seriously? The pillowcase was blue. This—”, she held up the pillow and shook it in the air, “is a different pillowcase. I changed it.”

But the real question is: WHY did she change it?! (You’ll have to read the book…)

The Diner“A man is sitting at the counter, hunched over a notebook, frantically writing…. The man at the counter with the notebook took a sip of coffee, and like a flash, turned and looked directly at me, with a fire in his eyes. He slammed his hands against the counter, scooped up his notebook, and stormed out the front door.”
And so it goes, again and again, this mystery writer who seems as if he can’t stand the main character… but I think they made peace in the end.

My Overall Score:

5/5 stars

The Review:

Mr. Dixon is easily one of my favorite authors. I’ve been following his writing on his blog for a couple years now and have read all three of his books to date. He brings us dark twisted and humorous in this collection of thirteen short stories.

True to his style, Mr. Dixon gives us just enough of a glimpse into these strange tales as to be completely swept off into them, immediately permeating the brain within just a few short opening lines but without telling every ghastly detail. Storytelling at its finest.

I’ll mention the three I would say are (probably?) my favorites.
The Diner – a man meets the author and creator of his own existence
Fracture – an OCD-driven man becomes increasingly aware of the presence of a messy doppelgänger who shows up in his house
Last Wednesday at Sue’s Place – dark and moody, it doesn’t end the way you’d think it would (and I loved it)

Highly recommended for those who enjoy dark humor short stories.


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