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Costa Rica: A Gift I Did Not Expect to Be Owed
Three years in Santa Fe. Twelve days in Costa Rica. One missed flight for a dog. A gift the math does not balance.
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· On Writing
A May 2026 reflection on "May Draft Notes: Light Through the Cracks", tied to "Why Love Feels Like a Penitence" and written as a personal record of what I was living and feeling.
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Why Love Feels Like a Penitence
· Nature
A Galveston shoreline entry about salt air, weathered posts, gulls, the Gulf tide, and the quiet origin of the poem Tideposts.
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Tideposts
· Journal
Some people require a runway to arrive in paradise. I prefer the express lane. So does Pipes. Three walks a day, one tide, and a dance on the surf's edge I will keep in my head for the rest of my life.
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Three Walks with Pipes
· On Writing
April 2026 became a month of return: same desk, same town, cleaner attention, and the kind of focus that gets rebuilt through repetition rather than force.
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Light from the Shadows
· On Writing
March 2026 stayed rooted in Santa Fe: early pages, medical follow-through, slower revision, and a steadier writing life than the season looked like from the outside.
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The Quiet Spark Within
· Life & Place
The chamisa is still gray. The bosque along the acequia looks like charcoal drawings of itself. The mornings are cold enough that my coffee goes lukewarm before I finish it.
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The Serenity of Reflection
· On Writing
There is a particular anxiety that happens when a poem is nearly done. Not when it's a mess — that's a different anxiety. This is the finishing anxiety: the fear that the last revision will be the wrong one.
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Resilience's Gem
· Journal
Journal notes for December 2025 aligned to the matching poem and image from that month.
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The Fleeting Arc