Monthly Archives: November 2011

DRY   The leaves on the patio were dry. Someone has raked them into a pile and left them there. Now the rain falls on them and the wind scatters them.   I am dry. My skin is dry. My hair … Continue reading →

Taos is curves. Walls that bend into archways. Roads that curve and roll around mountains and forests. Not even the corners of the rooms are square.   Will my life curve here too? Will I circle around to dicover the truth … Continue reading →