The earth finds us
It was still cold this morning, but the Healy Ford rabbits were chasing each other all around and under the new cars and trucks like they sensed the bubbling up...
Category: Beauty
Sun-rhythm
Friday, and I watch the sun rise over the LA airport. It’s industrial art and it wedges its way into my cranial creases. I don’t mind. In my life, a...
Magnitude of Love
On Friday’s, on a white beach, I eat clams from the shell. On Friday’s I swim in an open bay with friends. Our bodies traced by phosphorescence. On ...
A Small Explosion
Ten years ago…walking in winter with Deb, through the secret beauty of a poplar stand. Dead fall. Gray leafless trees give way to a redemption of blue, co...