Ella Jaz Kirk (1999-2014) was a talented writer, musician, and lover of wild places, as well as a vocal activist for keeping the Gila River in New Mexico flowing free.   Donate to Ella’s Fund to help keep the Gila free. “I was meant to help the planet. That’s what I was put on Earth… Continue Reading

Love to the Sky….written at 5

Love to the Sky….written at 5

When the skies, one at a time, kiss each other, then the fairies come to kiss my cheeks. I feel like a star in the light of evening. When is it my turn to be in the sun? When can I fly through the moon with fairy wings?. Blossoming from a flower, growing from a… Read more

Ode to Pony

Ode to Pony

Little brown horse made of stuffing and fur. Black button eyes and hair once soft. Beat by the waves, caressed by the seas. On the bank he waits for girls with child eyes and chubby grasping hands. She finds him on a beach where he lay and he became, Pony. Loving, friendly, honest companion, wild… Read more

Music Makes the World Go Round

Music Makes the World Go Round

Check out this video ella jaz made from her travels around Europe..its 20 minutes, but if you watch till the end, ella does flamingo from the caves in Granada, Spain..Enjoy! Read more

River,  Hear…I Speak of Grief……..for ella..

River, Hear…I Speak of Grief……..for ella..

Hear me a moment spirit of  the river while I speak of grief. Would that your many waters could carry it off so rocks and gravel would wear it away.   This I know is not to be, the grief of which I speak is far too heavy. The hills absorb it but still it… Read more

Silhouettes

Silhouettes

They tell me I’m not the first to fall. Crossing through the cobwebs. The laughter and half –moon nights, the smell of oregano and taste of silence fall around me, memories shattering over my head.   Simple silhouettes of two people in the long grass. Piano notes that fall like stars, sidewalks of conversation pouring… Read more

Dear Mama

Dear Mama

I could write a book,  but you don’t need another book to read.  I could write you a song but there is no more beautiful a sound than that of a bird song and rain.  I could buy you a present, but things are just that. Every Holiday I write you words upon words in… Read more

Ella's Song

By Andrew Dahl-Bredine