yard work :: carefully sparing the mushrooms https://www.instagram.com/p/BrLsDi-g4jk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bzf2ho7mea96

ripening persimmons :: a pink sky and the waning moon

“culvert” is a fun word to say, tbh https://www.instagram.com/p/BqnjGxzA7Jn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8xpa7cvynj1k

I have traveled across the midriff of america in semidarkness the windows closed so I cannot see what waters stretch out before us or what cities alongside us the darkness and smells of sleep surround me and my companions rest their arms against my arms, thin layers of fabric all that keep our skin

The setting sun fills the darkening blue-purple sky with pink and orange streaks, vivid enough to catch my attention through the kitchen window. I step out onto the deck and the cool air on my face reminds me: It’s all still here. The sky, the air, the trees, the space around me. Nothing has gone […

Urban canyon a hundred birds turn as one and disappear

walking meditation :: my eyes glued to the empty field https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp0xmajg3K6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10qkj55x9tr1a

in the train windowa flock of black birdsagainst the indigo skyand like ghost birdsthe reflections of streetlights

3-0 game  in the blue sky  above the goalkeeper  a turkey vulture  turns and turns

If you look deeply into this tomato, you can see the entire universe https://www.instagram.com/p/BpuX3ungEH1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tu3nr5fspjco

the shadow moves gently across the engine and I realize the plane is rocking very slightly as the captain’s hands on the controls — or perhaps it is the autopilot so it is the hands of the engineers who typed the code — are just barely rocking the plane  and all of us within it […]

I suppose it’s time to give my readers fair warning: After 19 years this blog, and the Tinyletter based upon it, have moved in a more eclectic direction. If you want to unfollow me now, I won’t take it personally. But I’d love it if you stayed along for the ride.