’twas business
.: So, it’s the “day off”, but as I have grown to realize (and have said before), all that means is that I don’t have to leave the house to do the work I have to do… It’s been a…
’twas brillig
Morning rises, to the rhythm of the roofing hammers, carnal coffee, a teasing and tingling daybreak revisitation of the floating worlds of the night before… this time lit by the venetian shadows and gold-white light of Saturday; a day colored…
a dust of snow from a hemlock tree
.: So, it is a brumal night: my fingers have felt like cold, dead iron, scattered across my desk like abandoned railroad ties in winter. It has made me think of snow, of my lost horizon of the old world…
some madness?
A clump of lichen rises, and stretches, and bristles, sending an annoying chitter into the air towards me– they wish to tell me that the toadstool is right in words, but wrong in spirit: for that which wanders might of…
On Illness and Vikings
well, here it is again: sick. But I figured out something this morning, sitting on the new canyon-view porch, watching the bees go about their business in the tree-tops: this illness has been exacerbated by the onset of my seasonal…
morning bees, leather books, and running in the dark
Well, it has been a significant bit of time, hasn’t it? And not that I have designs to truly correct that this morning; that is to say, balance will not be restored, even though the sun is that particularly beautiful…
In the Belly of Buddha
.: This has been my vacation: a time of deep, burnished gold, of deep laughters, of distended but joyful bellies protruding outward and daring the world to challenge it. I can feel the solid core of my stomache, it is…