Move
I’m looking at this landscape with the intent to blog. It’s been AGES. But I’m stuck looking. It’s so beautiful. I want to walk across the field and see what the camera side looks like. I’ll do that...
View ArticleWater
The water continues its relentless flow until… Is there an until? Isn’t water always moving, if not to the sea, then back to the sky? Don’t the hydrogen and oxygen molecules vibrate with movement...
View ArticleYou Are Dirt. And You’re Going To Be Dirt.
“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return. Repent and believe the gospel.” That’s depressing as hell. “Happy Ash Wednesday!” Said no one, ever. These words, at the heart of the Ash...
View ArticleWhitman or Facebook?
Not only is there not enough time for both Whitman and Facebook, but also, more importantly, there’s not enough space in my brain. Reading Walt Whitman makes me slow down. I can’t...
View ArticleExpecting the Main Things
POETS TO COME Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,...
View ArticleFood and Water
(Food and Water is part of a series inspired by Walt Whitman’s poem, Poets to Come, which expects writers to write about the main things.) Dinner is served, each dish familiar and lovingly prepared....
View ArticleBlue Love
Back and forth. In and out. The bluebirds work throughout the day to feed their chicks. Is it really work that drives them? Instinct? Or is it love? If love makes possible all that is, then I see love...
View ArticleMourning Rooster
Every morning, this rooster across the hollow crows in a minor key. It makes me think of that children’s toy, the See N Say. What if the rooster from that toy sounded like this mournful bird I hear...
View ArticleCountry Roads
Saturday evening I got a text message from a coworker, “You’d better bid on Route 1. I’m bidding on Route 3!” Well, I already had, just in case. Route 1 is the route I trained on. Route 1 is the route...
View ArticleCold Winter Morning
It is early morning, and the sun has yet to rise. Perhaps there is a faint brightening over the mountain to the east, but the light is not enough to amount to anything. It is cold. I know, because I...
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