April 13, 2020
Reductionists want to reduce our actions down to one reason. They want to sell the idea that you walk funny because of your dinner. But our actions, our habits, have a whole world of reasons, a whole history of them. Landscapers trim the grass border, while father and son are walking to the bus stop.…
Winter warning: honeyed shovels scattered on the ground
Stream of crows, from horizon to horizon, night roost
Passages to Hades
In the silence between words is the yawning gap of my loneliness and beyond this seemingly endless abyss the nation-state borderline rages like singed leafy edges holding on hard to what use to be
If You Hear My Name
If you hear my name after an evening autumn rain, it’s because i am cedarwood incense and frog sounds.
Coolness of this morning’s carpet, a moth flutters by the front door.
Being Human (A Travelogue) Part 1
We left for camp in the afternoon, just in time for the rain to come down. Upon arrival we were greeted by two jays cawing and showing off as we set up our tent. The rain mellowed for the time being, but it would return later in a fury. The campfire made it through the…
Labor Day weekend — waving goodbye geese fly overhead our vacation is over, waving goodbye geese fly overhead
Letting Go (Again)
My life is a portrait of states of mind. Every night before I go to sleep I practice letting go, letting go of ego. Looking outside, looking outside of me. Slipped into dream.
Encapsulated in a Moment
She took our picture for their facebook page. For a moment I thought about the outcome; I pictured the picture posted, I pictured scrolling through their facebook page and seeing the pictures of past customers, and realized that this picture, in this moment, might as well be any one of those already posted. encapsulated in…