Looking for a poem? a pep tallk? a laugh? Or maybe just a little wisdom? I’ll post bits and pieces here. Perhaps something will speak to you, as it does to me.

I came upon this painting recently, somehwere online, and caught my breath. The scene is so familiar to me. Notice the lines of rain to the left of the cloudburst? That’s what happens to rain in the desert. It’s called virga, descending rain that evaporates before it hits the ground.

In the Desert Southwest, Rain Is a Countable Noun

by Andi Penner

Assemblage by Jane Westbrook. Items that survived a house fire include the title page of my first book.