Fiction: Baby Ken’s first word was not Mama. It was not Dada or Papa. His first word was Bluie as his tiny little fingers searched for the silky edge of

Essay: At three she learned blue from her Crayon box, her Keds sneakers, and blueberries eaten under azure summer skies. She saw blue in her father’s Sunday suit, the only

From the side of the trail a long graceful stem carries the sky. An elegant form. Royal. A fleur-de-lis gracing a magnificent scene, the edge of an ermine robe leaves

Memoir-ish: Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in From Blue, Joni Mitchell Freshman year of college I moved in with a girl from high

Ice cold footsteps Crunch underfoot Cracking like crisp candy canes Steam fogs these glasses As we all exhale from heated lungs The trees smell pungent Green pine dust fills our

Don’t get me wrong, I like blue. But it doesn’t ignite me Like jewel tones: burnt orange, forest green, chartreuse, beet red, purple.   One laundry day I marveled at

Beautiful and graceful, she sways in the morning breeze, her crown reaching to the blue heavens, blessed in the warmth of the sun, her roots deep in the Great Mother, held

Essay: Standing on top of Neahkahnie Mountain, blue is the color of the great Pacific Ocean that I admire from above, as it touches the rim of the small coastal

The blue arc of sky is lost in a horizon of mist. Only the pounding sound of waves, drumming in my ears and pressing again and again on my heartcage,

Memoir: “Trouble in mind. I’m Blue. But I won’t be Blue always. The sun’s gonna shine in my back door one day.” Howlin’ Wolf, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Bessie Smith, Big Mama