Friday September 20 Still Beautiful
We will leave on Sunday return to another life orange room not yellow and people will make sounds not frogs or birds sounds of stories if we’re lucky sou...
Category: Middlefield
Like September 18
If I were to write a book of poems one for every day titles could be dates like September 18 and while the poems don’t have to describe the day necessari...
What a Day This Is (and Yesterday and Tomorrow)
Although I have been trying for a Very Long Time forever more or less To Describe What I See to Describe What I Hear To Describe and Describe started with neig...
Packing (Real Meditations)
Breathe In. Driving to the city. It doesn’t matter what you pack. Breathe Out. Forget about what to bring. You have an apartment full of stuff. Brea...
Real Meditations: Peter’s Cousins Came to Dinner
Breathe In. Peter’s cousins are coming to dinner. Once a year for 95 years they’ve met at Christmas time. Never in summer. Breathe Out. They ca...
Real Meditation: Rain
Maybe don’t breathe in yet. Listen. You will hear rain (if it’s raining). Then breathe in. Still raining. All day yesterday and all night long,...