I've written, painted, and taught on six continents—publishing a few books and exhibiting many paintings along the way.
Anna Elkins – The Poet Enters The Architect’s Catacombs
The Poet Enters The Architect’s Catacombs
The Poet Sings a Hymn for Burning ~ Anna Elkins
To the cheatgrass,
that grows & dries fast,
& fuels wildfire.
Scent of sun-baked pinecones
To the ferns coming after a burn,
who love the stripped,
mineral soil.
Whiff of summer-hot loam
Smell the refrain of the last blazes—
both the ones who helped the land burn
& the ones who helped the land after.
Damp smell of duality
Stand still long enough
& wear the perfume of future fires––
the sad & the necessary.
Scorch of life, searing
Catch the sweet reek of seeds
waiting in cones & those
who know...
The Poet to the Nun
In which the poet talks across centuries and continents to a fifteenth-century Spanish nun....
What makes you happy?
Getting in the happiness habit can be as simple as acquiring some proven patterns of living — and being sure they're rooted in your best values as a person.
We conducted a Facebook survey of Rogue Valley residents and ran across some new trends, as well as some very familiar standbys, such as nature, music, dance, coffee, chocolate and, of course, love.
Appreciating the little things is a big thing, notes Chiron Rae. "Appreciating life, others and my Self has been my best habit. I actually do...
Nurturing Craft in an Age of Content: An Interview with Anna Elkins — Upwrite Magazine
Nurturing Craft in an Age of Content: An Interview ...
“WE CAN READ!” by Anna Elkins – Dare to be Fabulous
“WE CAN READ!” by Anna Elkins – Dare to be Fabulous...
BBC - Travel - The majesty of vultures in flight
BBC - Travel - The majesty of vultures in flight
Verdad Magazine, Literature and Art | Poetry | Robert Balun
Verdad Magazine, Literature and Art | Poetry | Robe...
Of Danger and Beauty - Wanderlust and Lipstick
By Anna Elkins The citywide siren filled every corner of the house—a house in Tel Aviv without a bomb shelter. During one of the siren’s low levels, I heard Tsach’s voice from the garden, “Anna, come and see.” Barefoot, I ran down the aloe-lined brick walk and came to stand next to...