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Somewhere in the Mountains of Canada:
rock totemwatchesover Valley what changes seenglacial armbecome mineral riverbecome dry boulder bed dust and echoes goats of the mountainnowwith delicate hooves in motioncross and listen tara caribou | ©️ 2025 Oh thank heavens this trip is done. While the scenery is beautiful, sometimes breathtaking… Continue Reading “Somewhere in the Mountains of Canada:”
Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land
They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if… Continue Reading “Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land”
Siri, Turn Off My Alarm
and nowme wrapped around youyou inside meI inhale, you exhalelove like smoke curling from our lipsyou, the finisher of my beingI close my eyes, it’s youupon waking, I am reclaimedyour rite, a rightyour touch slithering softly along my curvesmaking me become a womanyour voice… Continue Reading “Siri, Turn Off My Alarm”
When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River
“This is who I am.” The words rise, though I am alone. I’m not perfect or beautiful or young: “This is me, accept me or reject me.” (Please, love me.) Some minutes later, I park, stumble gracelessly out of the car, hopelessly in love,… Continue Reading “When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River”
The First Fields at Sunrise
The morning sky, lightening from black to midnight blue, blue to lavender, and then pink on the impossibly far-off horizon. My first glimpses of a new future. I pass through a wall of peace as I cross the county line. This is what home… Continue Reading “The First Fields at Sunrise”
Sacred Grove
In the sacred grove lay secrets from the past for the futureTouching the grey furrowed bark of a grandfather oak, I listenBe in the now, it’s all you have, this moment here, you and I I weep for all the could-be’s and should-have-been’sWasted momentsI… Continue Reading “Sacred Grove”
Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island
Supreme peace and love fill my heart as I listen to dozens of birds warble and chirp and squawk and honk A special place, an island across a marsh, aged trees stand tall, some leaning with old age, aching for the changes they’ve seen … Continue Reading “Reflections from Bird Sanctuary Island”
Photography 12/8
Another set of Alaska photos for you. The fog of depression is slowly lifting. Enjoy. tara caribou | ©️2024 all photos by me using my Nikon camera, except Buddy photo with my poor excuse of a cell phone camera.
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