Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Decomposition One Way or the Other
Monday, August 30, 2021
Looking for Me in Vain
Sunday, August 29, 2021
One Finds a Hill
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Tending the Gossamer Parameters
Friday, August 27, 2021
Spanning Salt Water
Thursday, August 26, 2021
If You had a Gate
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
Lost Kids in a Bad World
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
This is a Happy Dream
Monday, August 23, 2021
A Country Beyond Signs
Sunday, August 22, 2021
Into the Actual River
We are chrysanthemums, we are lovers observing chrysanthemums, we are lonely passersby observing lovers observing chrysanthemums. Women guiding me from horrifying cross to confusing grave to a religious expression of joy and inner peace. Many lives in the one life! Everything that is possible extending itself through the universe. Could you hold on one minute while I collect my thoughts? Diamond rains on Uranus. We sat quietly on the bank of a river, and the river allowed itself to be rendered in metaphor, which somehow removed us from the bank of the river into the actual river. Well, yeah, some people do talk too much. A knock on the front door which - when we walk over, pull aside the curtain - reveals nobody. Or am I still mistaken, this step just one more on the unnecessary but not forbidden journey from nowhere to nowhere.
Saturday, August 21, 2021
Discarded Carpets in the Far Corners of Heaven
Friday, August 20, 2021
A Crucified Primate
Thursday, August 19, 2021
Starlight upon Waking
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
On Being a Companion
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
What Yes Meant
Monday, August 16, 2021
Visiting Wasps
Sunday, August 15, 2021
Jumping is a Thing We Choose
Saturday, August 14, 2021
Spring in a Now-Gone Century
Friday, August 13, 2021
Canaries in the Attic
Thursday, August 12, 2021
Unexpected Sun
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Footnotes Mostly
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
Answers to Hard Questions
Monday, August 9, 2021
A Lantern Remembering Family
Sunday, August 8, 2021
Sacrament and Sacrifice
Saturday, August 7, 2021
Like Watching the River
Friday, August 6, 2021
These Stumbling Feet
Thursday, August 5, 2021
Always Relatively True
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Nonresistance to Alterity
Fathering fallen apples? Jogging in circles, arguing in my mind with men I haven't seen or spoken to in years. Sage, lavender, ambergris. When all along nonresistance to alterity was the answer. You can't just add another sentence! Late moon sinking in swaddles of mist. Cardinals by the ceramic Buddha tucked beneath the dying apple tree, baby swallows everywhere. When I saw the sun this morning I thought of Kenya, the savanna, and how happy we were once. Who doesn't like to smoke elk as snow falls? Fiddle tunes, fireworks, fortune tellers. One turns off the news, goes outside to listen to crickets and something quietens and something else clears its throat. Court jesters in Heaven can never be fired. Unlike certain pasta dishes, you only need to taste love once! Let us not descend into smile emojis, let us not cheapen the discourse with terms chosen by men we don't respect. I mean this puzzle of identity we are all on the verge of remembering is solved, and you too.