The Gleewoman's Notes

I kept thinking, looking at the bare fresh rock of all these granite mountains, what is it, underneath? What is the inside of the moun...

For a week of days and of star-thick nights, I was steeped and clarified both by the Sierra Nevada air, by the wind down the granite pa...

A couple weeks past, I wrote an entry here called "The Feral Palmist," one of my Gatherings for the now launched Elk Lines, my l...