The Ballad of the Mountain, high above the plains The cool, crisp air, the whippoorwill, his song, a sweet refrain I bask upon the beauty...

God doesn't care how many Bible verses you memorize. He cares about your heart. He cares about how you treat people. At one point in my...

It's been said that time heals all wounds. But after loss, grief is something we carry. To love deeply is to grieve deeply. What a blessing

This was the very first poem I wrote after my 10-year-long writing block. Our beloved dog had just died and I was thinking about the...

Charred black tips of cedar and sage One grows stronger; the other evaporates As our ancestors told this forgotten old way The cedar...

That is what evil is like; You thirst for what you know you will never have and you grasp at what you hate. -- Alisa Palser

Nothing is more pristine than red shining bluffs in cattle country. A poem from Alisa Palser inspired by her favorite place in the world.

"Ancient Eyes in Adolescent Faces" is released and now available! Join me for a reading and party July 24, 2021, from 3-5 pm. Reading...