Last night’s storm
There are eight windows in this room, nine with the skylight. So when you are lying in bed and a storm moves at midnight, and lightning rides through the trees ...
Category: Spirituality
Rock picker
The iron fork that rakes the ground and sweeps head-sized stones into a steel bucket has the grace of a pump jack. But many are the spines those tines have save...
An outline
It’s a smoggy morning in Edmonton. The guy on the Honda Silver Wing, waiting for the light to change— an outline. There’s a yellow-grey sky and the ...
Farewell Wildbranch
It’s possible to describe this moment as a howl, a gut-yell that wakes a day-owl—and awakens me to a road ahead where my air is de-reified. So as I coast ...