Bill Kimzey

Around 4am, maybe earlier, I hear God. Noah. Noah it’s going to rain. Build an ark. Build it big enough to hold your animals so your herds a...

We saw Pisa but you'll never see Venice. There is a photo in front of me now-- you in my arms, Libby at my side-- three of us leaning, m...

The lake wants to still and reflect the blue sky. Why does the sky breathe and disturb it so much?

high in the sky smoke from the great fires far south of here yellows the light look in the shadows low between the firs the dark places agai...

Above the treetops two hawks or maybe falcons fly south with purpose straight into the setting winter sun. They join the others become crows...

A rustle in the canopy too muffled for a squirrel. I find red in my binoculars. A crest. A pileated woodpecker resolves from the green silen...

A still day in early August. I’m cool in the shade of an old maple on a good bench to sit for birds. Chickadees are chatting but they can’t ...