Bill Kimzey

It is hard to see the mountain for the forest. This time of year it is easier. After an early snow blackberries and wild roses lay flattened...

Birds erupt outside my hotel window. Cardinal, wren, robin. Yack Yack Yack. All aflutter. Is it about to rain or has Jack returned from nowh...

I came here a lot with Jack after he died. Now I’m back for the wood thrush I suppose, and the gnats and mosquitoes. I take my time along th...

No matter how hard I try to convince myself that beyond that spot of water is the Orient way west past Hurricane Ridge across the ...

In the October 16  NYT Trilobites blog , we learned, what some of us have long suspected, fish get depressed. "The trigger for most dom...

an Ars Poetica Mother says unless you have something nice to say … she struggles now to finish to say anything at all. Mom stopp...

If I stare long enough will these surf-scoured stones on my window sill glow green and pink like tourmaline the way they were animated ...

Shipwrecked Bone-tired, salt-sprayed for years exhaustion washed longing from my body. I listen for a siren and welcome rocks. ...

barnacles sand ran with salt water back and forth sallow foam tumbled down the estrogen enriched beach over concrete blocks and a...