Blue
Comfort me. Fill my eyes with sky, and color so my mind is full and there is room for only sky, and color. Make the sky that blue. Make the […]
Monthly Archives: July 2013
Sleepless
Used to mean so many things — the quiet night, the stillness of solitude, dominion over all the quiet spaces while the rest of the world slept. A walk outside, […]
Calamity
Things unexpected. Calamity and consequence. Ruptures. Earthquakes. Sinkholes. The collapse of the ordinary. The tiniest distance in space and time between the ordinary and the extraordinary. I have a memory […]
Five
I am five years old. The world is swing sets and digging tunnels in the sandbox with my hands. The world is tactile — catching butterflies in my cupped hands, […]
Rituals
When we talk of ancient people, silent, except for the physical objects unearthed, no words to explain their meaning, the lives they lived, the civilizations they built, we look at […]
Impermanence
It’s early morning. The sun isn’t up yet and I’m trying to remember that most likely my neighbors aren’t either. I have finished with the sleeping for today. It’s quiet, […]
Fighting. Yelling. Dying.
I wrote about stillness. The words are fighting me. They are jamming up and congregating in unauthorized areas and refusing to transit single file. They are being unruly. Transitions are […]
Stillness
I went skydiving once. I did what is called an accelerated free fall (AFF) from 12,500 feet of altitude with two dive instructors in the Mohave desert in California. I […]
This Sacred Morning
Memories are tricky things. Life flows by day to day, slipping gradually, usually, from one thing into another. This year is different from last year in subtle ways. Last year […]
Bookends
Having reminded myself how to change a flat on my bicycle, I’m now giving the beast an overhaul. I sort of, mostly, know how to do this. Parts of things […]
Breathe
Breathe the air. Breathe the air. Breathe real air into my lungs. Now write. This is about afterward. This is a story about Linda (my sister), but not Linda. This […]
Pearls
A stick, a stone. A gesture, a heartbeat. Connections to the natural world, an ephemeral feeling of something larger and interconnected, flowing through, at one with. Experienced in the wind, […]
The Acorns
At the base of a tree — a fruitless mulberry tree, that may or may not still exist, that harbored young juvenile refugees on imagined harrowing ocean voyages, and imagined […]
Fiction
The most extreme, cheerful, and fantastic view of art to which I ever subscribe is one in which the art object requires no viewer or listener — no audience whatever […]
Velveteen Spleen — Chapter One
First we must make a container. For this world. For this universe. So I open my eyes. I decide to apply most of the standard rules of physics and biology–leaving […]
