the plants that come visit

and so it happens again. the back yard is small, a little wild spot at the back of the industrial building that holds my studio, my tools, all the (still) scattered-about books i treasure and a spot of quiet respite despite the city. i want to bring plants into this little heaven. the vine that …

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(of) woodstoves, bathtubs and jimson weed

celebrations

and so it's happening again. i am moving the studio. a rough ride these past 3 years, relocating in and out of unsuitable places, strewing bits and pieces of my beloved studio across mesas, steep and rocky dirt roads and not-so-shallow rivers.... yes, there are still rivers to cross in new mexico. but this time is different. recurring …