Thursday, August 18, 2011


Each moment on the clock... 


A weighty drop of water... 


Saturday, August 13, 2011

meditation in the gloaming

dog breathing fast 
then slow
fur smell

faint symphony of crickets 
truck sounds

75 degrees 
sublime perfection of air

cool breeze 
raises the hair 
on my arms, waiting 

keenly aware of distance
keenly  aware  of closeness

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


Recently, I was most uncomfortably seen through by a brand new woman friend with a keen soul who, almost immediately upon meeting me, told me, "I see you. You want someone to love you and adore you and treat you like a a little girl." Pointed her finger at me, looked me in the eye, "I see you."  I fell to a puddle on the floor like the scene in "Amélie" .  One of my favorite films of all time by the way. No one has EVER seen through me like that---not so fast, not so unbelievably piercingly, not EVER. Creeped me out a little. Ok, a LOT! Decided I better not look at her the rest of the night for fear of what she might see. It either worked or she just took pity on me.

Fast forward.