smoke season

smoke sea­son­smoke cov­ers us in sum­mer now.no one can breathe properly.we don’t pan­ic, exactly,but there is agrow­ing foreboding.by Augustthe smell is in our houses.it’s in the sheets at night­in our tow­els in the morn­ing. we begin to taste it in our food:smoked oatmeal,grilled milk. but the sun­sets are brilliant,even other-worldly. they reflect all the colors … 

Waiting for the Rains

Waiting for the Rains20 miles to the north the Bolt Creek fire burns up a draw towards the ridge climb­ing along lines laid deep in the soilit burns first one waythen anoth­erthe weird sen­tience of wild fire­its imper­a­tive to con­sume and grownow blocked and burn­ing back on itself­burn­ing the trees to char­coal and then burning …