Raw Earth Ink
Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
Tag: Change
The Reed in the Wind
bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me
The Endless Road
black tar ribbon flowsmoves like waterracking up distancemy eyes yawnmind dartingthinking thinking thinkingmissing one, with hope I have no couragebravery: unknownworry, my companionbeauty (through my eyes)and fear (in my mind) braidingwhat if…what if…oh, what have I done? the ribbon flows onI, with my thoughts,ride… Continue Reading “The Endless Road”
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:”
Hello, my friends.
Hello friends. Summer has arrived to my corner of Alaska. It’s been warm and quite nice, weather-wise. I’ve been very busy this year, and getting busier. In a few weeks, my good friend, michael raven (of ravensweald), and I will be roadtripping from Alaska,… Continue Reading “Hello, my friends.”
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”
Spring Makes an Entrance
first she whispers, then she howls, after which she lifts her skirts and tiptoes in, her delicate footsteps leaving crocuses and fresh green shoots of sweet meadow grasses in their wake, she laughs, she sighs, and I fall in love with Spring all over… Continue Reading “Spring Makes an Entrance”
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,… Continue Reading “Winter Peace”
Raw Earth Ink 