Feet dangling off the dock I looked across the lake The mountains whispered once again The wind wouldn’t tell me what they said I looked across the lake I saw trees singing around a campfire The wind wouldn’t tell me what they said But they all caught…
As a 28 year old woman, I’m insanely lucky to have a great grandmother in my life who I can pick up the phone and call. Especially since, she is one of the most special people I’ve ever gotten to meet. To me, she’s love personified and I…
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about mornings. To me, mornings have always symboled a reset button. The sun will be out again. There will be enough light to fund a new adventure. More time to walk alongside the sun. All the things you can’t do past dusk,…
spindles and beams and tiny little trees that keep our house from floating up to you I’ll tie it to a blue jay and he’ll drag us up there and I’ll tell him you’re the man on the moon and he’ll have to take the journey to…
sugared eyelids brushed by cotton candy hair blowing in the wind I glide atop iridescent wings through ancient lands and kiss strangers in the sticky fog the cavalry is closing in pitchforks and hovercrafts they always come up empty time is mine utopia in my…
ignite the sapphire and tangerine turn the dial right bigger bigger bigger its sharp crimson tongue begins to swipe it wants to taste to me I can tell a finger or the pad beneath my thumb I could let myself simmer here a fire so tame even in…
There’s moments without you. Sweeping weekends and slippery weeks. Months when I fear you’ve abandoned me. Or even worse, that I’ve somehow abandoned you. I never could, you know. Not truly. I think even in these blocks, you scatter my mind. Unconsciously and unaware, writing my e’s in…
New York and I have this understanding. A pact or even better, a pinky promise. It goes like this: as long as I keep admiring her, she’ll keep me safe. If I don’t look for her dark allies or rats, then she won’t show them to me. Sure,…
On the chilly morning of Dec. 8, Pearl Graham, known as Wheatland’s “Tulip Lady,” died peacefully in her sleep. You might have known her for her tulips, spunky jokes, or place at the bingo table, but until now, only a few knew about the courageous life she lived. …
As leaves change and fall sneaks in, many thoughts of seasonal treats and festivities arrive along with it. For some, this might consist of spiced coffees, football, or piecing together a unique Halloween costume. For Wheatland residents, however, fall immediately equates to one thought – or place –…