Delineating Nature

In art class the instructor tells us to always observe carefully the instructor tells us that there are no lines in nature but he isn’t paying attention __everything lines up everything falls ___________in line and there are lines to be crossed and there are lines not to be crossed ____there are lines that divide and…

Running East

towards the west coast of England. We’re running castle to castle again come February. But still a long way to go before that. The dog is staring at me. We’ve both grown soft on this side of summer and I believe he feels a similar ambivalence facing the prospect of leaving this warm little library…

Autumn’s Tension

We wait and sense the slow pull as the word turns. We watch its curving rolling under us. Sometimes I think that if I hover long enough the warm lands will come to me reaching with green feathers from a brown earth


There is nothing now but the liquid and mist and the dark points of reference their songs carrying a sharper edge that my eye can see – half my brain sleeps and is still in the fuzz of black belonging oily comfort deep warmth – half mind like a cage around my heart which beats…

January 1st, 2019

No such thing as a new beginning, but perhaps a turning, a point on the spiral to take in the view. This morning I woke late to the wind. The sun was up and the sky a flat white. The crows who fly their morning route already in the neighbor’s tree. Or circling above it,…

September 18th

The world is never, really quiet. There are waves in the darkness that beat a rhythm through our very cells.


August 20th

An electric light at dawn, anticipating the lengthening night.

This little window of autumnal sunrises before dark creeps over my mornings.

The Pursuit of Silence

and giving in… It has been a summer of quiet. Avoiding the noise. Relinquishing the pressure of “content”, in terms of both producing and consuming. I wrote very little. Read less than I’d like (awaiting new reading glasses). But listened. I dropped every project on my summer to-do list, except extending my morning meditation to…

August 14th

The last morning of a summer
of unexpected ease.
An arch of light on the horizon.

August 13th

Summer is leaving the lake now. There is a quieting all along the trail.

Footfall and breath, and an absence of birdsong.

August 11th

The sky was still dark at 4.45 when I woke to meditate. White by the time we hit the trail. These last mornings running in the half-light before the cows are taken in, and all the geese have flown south, I breathe it all in.

Now, while the world is wet and the fallen pine needles still green.

August 9th

Not dreaming, but stepping on egg shells this morning.

It’s been a week since I heard the cuckoo, though the songbirds are still here, getting on with the effort of living before they leave us to another season of darkness and crows.

Returning with the Lapwings

Where the trees stop and give way to the plowed fields, the stench of manure is a slap to the senses. This is what life tastes like. Want it or not. 

Concentrating Between Breaths

February 19th, 2018 The lamps along the trail were out this morning, and the light from the torch strapped onto my forehead caught the fog of every exhalation – obscuring my view of the path. I reminded myself to lift my knees to clear the roots I couldn’t see. I reminded myself to trust the…

Monetize Me

February 10th, 2018 Last week an artist I know via internet, quoted her husband: “You don’t have to justify your life.” Her husband is a poet, so maybe that is why it is so easy to take this statement completely out of context, without taking it out of context. I saw Billy Elliot last week,…

Listening to Other Voices

February 10th, 2018 I have nothing to add. No commentary. I had never seen this before. I hope I’m in the minority.   Paul Laurence Dunbar. 

A Purpose of Art

I do not need to be co-creater in order to be an active participant in an artwork. I do not believe for a moment that the act of listening is passive. I believe more of us would be better at it if it were.

On Ruminating

But then there is that other idea: that artworks are ennobling. When biographical facts color and contextualize the experience that is being conveyed through a work of art in a way that is exceedingly human, but not ennobling, do we toss the bibliographical context (and does that falsify the content?).  Or do we toss the work of art?