graveyard dredge: a poem
I it’s hard to think now, how men with their shovelfuls and boatloads and sideroads mixed the best color, the good rock, the pay streak, the bedrock. Get a good […]
Death and beauty
BECOMING
You look at your bewildered face in the mirror, knowing or, maybe not knowing you are powerless to decide the day, to find your keys and lock the door
Walking Home
Deer Dancer by M.R. Chochita Today on my morning outing, I made a concentrated effort to walk slowly and pay attention to my footfalls, breathing in…heel to toe, breathing out…stepping
Quiet Solitude or Lonely Isolation?
I took this photo of books on a shelf in an old remote cabin we explored on Iliamna Bay. The cabin was filled with junk; an old stove turned on
A Story About the Body
A Story About the Body -Robert Hass The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter,
Famous and Not So Famous Last Words
This, too…is wonder. -Charlotte Joko Beck, Zen teacher, d.2011Am I dying…or is this my birthday? (when she woke briefly and looked at everyone standing ’round her bed) -Lady Nancy Astor, d. 1964
If Prayer Would Do It
If prayer would do it, I’d pray. If reading esteemed thinkers would do it I’d be halfway through the Patriarchs. If discourse would do it I’d be sitting with
Impermanence, or Memoir Note #2
Nothing changes. The bones of the mammoth are still in the earth. -Adrienne Rich As I was reaching for the sweet potatoes this evening at dinner, I glimpsed my hand