Ode to Prickly Pear Cacti


in lingering dance
to some faint static noise
beyond skyline, where
among the frothing of lost radio waves
and sacred chants, the prickly pear
must have honed in on a peculiar sound,… … More Ode to Prickly Pear Cacti

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Adventure Haikus

Adventure Haikus By Sara Aranda ~~~ Tree bark, buried soil the snow catches the pine boughs wind-blown like sand dunes. ~~~ Elk track through the trees gentle dimples for white flesh, my eyes are too late. ~~~ Abandon your boots let wet laces paint the floor let the floor melt too. ~~~ Ice on the … More Adventure Haikus

We Are the Walls

The author in Yosemite. Photo by Brian Kimball We Are the Walls by Sara Aranda Morning light     mountain flake balance of granite     and us and our feet     delicate, malleable hands— how they trace stone walls better than the sky. We’ve come to know another language of incomprehensible body     a dialogue of skin and blood. We … More We Are the Walls

Aroma at Sunset

By Sara Aranda Aroma at Sunset The sun never settles like us, and our subtle foaming taste of dirt. Somewhere someone is falling down a mountain down a river down a desert hole bottom of the ocean marine snow tracing breath on an icy window as if sternums of moss would grow; loving wildly, the … More Aroma at Sunset