Hands at ten & two,
late Miles on Bluetooth,

I’m driving north
where once it rained,

where I rode my old gelding
around the reservation,

visiting the hogans
of my friends.  We’d

drink coffee & laugh
at my little orange horse,

his cow hocks, his blaze face
& his nasty disposition.

I’m driving north, yes, listening
to Miles play “Yesternow”

& searching for the red-tailed hawk
that’s followed me for days.

Image credit:Daniel Buckle

I've lived in Tucson since 1953 and retired in 2008 from teaching writing at Pima Community College.

My poems have appeared in journals like Carolina Quarterly, Barrow Street, RATTLE, and New Poets of the American West. 

I'm a passionate supporter of Sky Island Alliance, a regionally-based environmental organization.

Birkenstock Blues, my eleventh poetry collection, was published in 2019 by Presa Press (Rockford, MI).