Fred Maus: New Mexico, Devisadero Loop
. We walked together six hours, uphill from the road to the wooden sign at the trailhead, then up the trail, . straining to breathe thin air, thinking about our … Continue reading
June 24, 2015 · Leave a comment
Fred Maus: I Listen to an Adagio by Ravel
. Then, I know how to speak with a single voice, meandering onward, not clear whether anyone is listening, pushing on to the next word and the next, not with … Continue reading
June 4, 2015 · 3 Comments
Fred Maus: The Sky Last Night
. The sky troubled me, raucous red and orange, wounded with gray. Between the sky and me, a hill. On the left, pine trees along the crest, sullen, heavy. To … Continue reading
May 26, 2015 · Leave a comment