Beyond the wall

February 18, 2017April 30, 2018 ~ Tara R. ~ 1 Comment

The snow this close to the edge should be hip deep, instead, the temperatures were almost Spring-like. The expedition team wore only light trekking gear. If Col. Jerrod had not made the command order, team seismologist Pater Robie would be in flip-flops and not his required arctic boots. “I can hear rushing water.” Daisy Kendall, … Continue reading Beyond the wall

I’m no angel

January 17, 2013January 16, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

You'll find me in that space between heaven and earth. Penned to the now, yearning ever skyward. Not quite a devil, and not nearly an angel.

Fracking

January 4, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 26 Comments

Peel away my brittle crust, shards cracking along fault lines, exposing a vulnerable underbelly, sore and raw. Delve too deep and my molten core erupts, scorching all in its path, an unquenchable force.