I know you hear that a lot. People start out full of enthusiasm and then taper off. I did exactly that. But enough about the past. It's Covid lockdown so returning to this place seems somehow appropriate.

I'm sitting in my corner office (Don't get too excited it's just a view of the yard) and the sun is at just the right angle that I need to lower ( Read more... )

There's a lot to be said for not remembering details. I was 19 still nominally living in my parent's house. I spent as many nights as I could "else place" as my middle son calls any place which isn't here. In fact, on many occasions I let my mind drift else place while I moved the daily-ness of life. I wasn't without direction or purpose. I worked ( Read more... )

red evening light slices the trees on the rise ( Read more... )

words drift across the field ( Read more... )

you walk inside
leaves swirling
behind you
your coat open
thirteen logs
outside
the axe near the door

i pull on gloves
and step into the fading light
five logs in
near the stove
you hand me tea
in a green mug
steaming

fall fades into winter
routine and cold
dried leaves under snow
under bright white skies
axe in hand
you walk outside
into the

"The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." -Ludwig Wittgenstein ( Read more... )

calling ahead i snag a table ( Read more... )

"Everything flows, nothing stands still." -Diogenes Laërtius ( Read more... )

disaster happens ( Read more... )

you call to say
goodnight
from a hotel in my
yesterday
which, given the curve of the earth,
is firmly moored in your
today
i try to imagine what
the night
looks like after i have
already seen it
you tell me you will call
tomorrow
but i already knew
you had