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Kara, Mo and I—2021—Vox’s first time out into the blizzard of Covid to celebrate our alma-mater, the Mercury Café. 




Joy setting up paintings and frames for Vox show at the Mercury Cafe.

Women Who Run With Scissors show. Erica, Nancy, Andrea, Magic, Naneki, Mo, and I on the Pearl Street Mall, Boulder.


Eagle, Sandi and I— tribe for life.

Dear friend, Alison Bailey and I, 1986, on break from Greenham on the cliffs of Cornwall.


Kathleen Sullivan and I, Jamestown 1997.


First women’s march. With state senator John Kefales. We were arrested together in 1983 blockading The White Train. Now he is State Senator.




Naneki, Mamie, Nancy, me, Joy, Raven, Mo, Erica, Magic. Late 90’s publicity shot.
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Andrea, Raven, Phil, Michele, Osha, Shannon, Joy, me, Kara, Nancy, Mo. “Noasis: Last Call For Water” 2002, Mercury Café.




Nancy, Mo, oak, Raven, Andrea. White Privilege, inspired by Peggy McIntosh, “White Lies” show, 2005.



Naneki, Mo, Erica, me, Joy, Magic, Raven, Nancy,“Garlic Girls Reek Revenge”, 2001.





Vox, The Designer Vagina Clinic— Various vaginas and Dr. Dickis, about to make the cut.


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Home



Planting a flag atop the building site. 1999—The strawbale house we build will be called Yashi— from Octavia Butler’s Lilith’s Brood— the name for the second heart that grows in a person and holds all the memories of one’s ancestors. May it be so.


On the scaffold, stuffing clay into straw.


Yashi, finished.


Off-grid solar shed, January.

We call the land Laughing Bird, and crows, magpies, and wild turkeys visit us daily.



Storm clearing.

Yashi inside.


Winter night, warm inside.

Growing in summer, legal at last!

Reading my hot-off-the-presses new poetry book to human and dog friends. 



My parents’ grave, just up the hill—springtime-blooming in mullein.

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Family



Lillian Chezar, my beautiful Mama.
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Mama lighting Friday Shabbas candles.

Mama with Copal and me.

Papi with Copal.

Two strands—Chezar means ‘strands of the rope’.

My beloved horse, Fiddler. 1975, Colorado.

Copal and Shambo, a dogs’ life on womyn’s land.

Joy in the columbines.



With Barny and Lupe, rescued wolf-dogs, in high summer.

With Sandi.


Tuba, me and Aron—Port Townsend.

Pearl.


Wild scullcap—a rarity here—blooming on Mama’s grave. Perfect herb for her anxiety. 

Joy and Sunflower.

Joy with Copal.

Julio Luigi.

The Bally-Lama.

Tchatzke, hat.

Lydia, Tchatzke and me in the meadow.


Dogs in snow.

Julio, my short consort. 

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Nature


High in the Rockies.

By the falls.


Wild male turkeys, strutting in springtime.

October birthday hike.


Fall aspens.

In the Mamarock with Shelby & Julio.

Agnes the Aspen, a dear covid friend on the trail.

Wildfires, close—2020.

Later in the evening, fire’s closer.

With Pearlie on the bridge over James Creek.

Deer and turkeys on the snowy patio.

View from my porch, a mountain called Porphrey’s Dyke—makes me smile everyday.

Rare that I don’t wish I was a bird. Snow turkeys.

Summer aspen grove with 4 dogs.


Julio in wildflower meadow.

Oak in the oaks on womyn’s land. Arf, 1995.

Jamestown Flood. Nature bats last.

Autumn aspens with Tchatzke and Julio.

Turkey butts.

Poppy & bee.

Meadow with Tchatzke and Lydia.

Crows.

Birthday hike out the door.

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