Sleeping
I’m laying here in the in-between of suns beginning to spin thoughts in the moon sunk hours unraveling, my loose threads tangle in tiny...
A Gondola is the Wrong Choice for Little Cottonwood
I have vivid memories from childhood of driving up Little Cottonwood Canyon and entering a new, magical world filled with rustling...
Artemisia
The desert is ruthlessly balanced in its extremes, carrying life in a brutal but perfect homeostasis. Suspended in the swinging pendulum...
“Staying with the trouble” on Planet (i)
No matter where you live, I can bet you have experienced climate change in some form—warmer winters, strange storms—or at the very least,...
From a Front Porch
I live on the second floor of a century-old brick house in the avenues of Salt Lake City, a recent transplant from the valleys of Western...
A John Muir Trail Poem
Live your life as if it were impossible to fail, said a warrior-poet on the John Muir Trail. I’m a meal for mosquitos, an ape without a...