Author: Tabbitha Easley

I remembered a patch of woods from childhood. It was tucked behind the trailer park my mom lived in for several years. Carleton, Michigan, a main street only kind of town. I can still picture the order of businesses standing along it. I’m sure it’s changed by now, but I loved to run those strips … Continue reading the woods

I  looked into the indigo mirror that is the night sky and saw my freckles reflecting back at me in the stars. We’ve both been marked, by heat and its radiance, and even twilight cannot conceal it. Within each sun-kissed speck is a journey of millions of miles. Such a precipitous lean for merely a … Continue reading stars

Gave up my running shoes Tied the laces together  Fired them over a power line They dangle in surrender  A white flag A finish(ed) line They say that means death I believe there has been The death of my fleeing My flight The wrong kinda fight If I run now My soles and soul  Will … Continue reading run

Fall is making its way to us. The north wind kicks up and the wilting sunflower leaves ripple out like birds sloughing off water from their wings. I’m plain puzzled at how two things can be so perfectly suited for one another — birds and sunflowers, that is.  I miss the finches. They’ve moved on … Continue reading autumn

“If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers Then you will have them…” “If it’s the wish to run away Then I will grant it” “Take whatever you think of While I go gas up the truck” “Pack the old love letters up” “We will read them when we forget why we left here” Continue reading mountains

The birds are loud in Colorado. I guess they know who rules the nippy air here. A handful of plump blue jays jet set through a burly oak tree. They’re like business men in suits with slicked-back hair and fancy dress ties dangling down their backs. They’re up early and at work on a weekend … Continue reading golden

I pour the morning’s leftover milk from mason jars into the cat bowl as a rare creamy treat for my felines. Nothing wasted.  I shake out leftover rice and turned greens into the chicken run as eager birds wobble and gobble towards me. Nothing wasted.  I’ll scoop and shovel litter and poo into the compost … Continue reading waste

As I assess the garden I find myself eager to cut it back. The fruit bushes look ratchet and hungover, but there’s still life there. It is not time yet. I resign myself to watching it fall fast asleep yet another fall and winter. As a garden keeper I understand the basic principles, like when … Continue reading pruning

Well, it seems summer is hanging on like an ex this week, so it’s my noise-makin’, wonder-filled chatterbox and me and a low creek all to ourselves. She noticed it was Girls Night Out Thursday night downtown and asked why we were not out. I promptly offered her a rain check for Friday night since … Continue reading tru

Come now.  Softly.  Delicately.  Drape yourself like a bedsheet. Lightly.  Weightless. Cast yourself like a shadow.  Do not carry a single thing — simple or complicated.  Nothing that bears weight shall you hold. You are being now. Not doing. No furrowed forehead or drawn jaw.  Release.  Drop.  Open up.  Shoulders sinking. Head resting.  Heart cupped … Continue reading come now