Red Rock Canyon

A journey has a quality of lingering after its end. These are from the Vegas portion of last week’s sojourn. I got sick at the end of the trip and my realities kind of collided–came off the road in the harsh spring wind and went to bed. Then started poking about and complaining–a kind of convalescence. I feel sad about not really being able to absorb the trip on my return because of this. Still hope to.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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