Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser What if I stopped agreeing to this domestication? To the taming that some young part of me and, or, some ancest...

Art: Mark Collins https://markcollinsfineart.com/ Stick figures are drawn, and then, hung. As children, what wer...

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser There have been years, when the summer has been so dry, that this wish arrives deep ...

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser When I arrived here things were not as I had expected, not at all, truth be told. On my ...

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser When the birds have come to say, “wake and rise,” I do, gathering my life into a bundle o...

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser I bow down. I bow down to the sky that oversees the liars and the truthsayers. I bow do...

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser My cabin is nestled in a black walnut grove. The grey-black trees stand tall and firm, like gu...