A Return To Climbing
Just over a year ago I hung up the bike and slipped my climbing shoes back on.
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Three Views of the Crest
An optimist sees the glass as half full. A pessimist sees the glass as half empty. An engineer sees the glass as being twice as big as it needs to be. I was five years old when my father pointed out the twin granite pillars that cling to Wheeler Crest. “It’s a rabbit,” I said and […]
Continue reading →A Go At Redacted Poetry
From page 163 of “Here’s England” by Ruth McKenney and Richard Bransten Soaring pillars, vaulted roofs, Columns rise unbroken. The great pointed walls of stone, This massive stone; Flight of steep, leads upward. You–subdued, dim, half conscious, Clumsy, solid, naive. The massive walls. You feel awkward, Scared, excited, daring, On the threshold of a dream. […]
Continue reading →The Mower Drew Closer
To me it was loud but these park-pond Mallards were accustomed to the racket, still milling around the benches and the water’s edge like it wasn’t even there. I wished they’d fear it. I wanted the lawn mower to scare some lost wild back into their webbed feet and remind them that begging for bread […]
Continue reading →Down in the Owens River Gorge
A Mayfly’s Chance At Sunrise Cool breeze, swifts Rule the skies. Clear sun and Rainbows rise. Mayflies roll their dice and Hatch amongst the riffled runs. Tall walls Exaggerate The Owens’ Modest gait. Imply a force more powerful Than vision can relate. Tall gorge walls echo and amplify this little creek. If you close your […]
Continue reading →Form Follows Function
Blind now to form, This ode for function’s sake. When eyes cease to function, What form does beauty take?
Continue reading →Cold Gray No More
The Sierra Nevada, Great gray waves of cold gray stone, Coffee bright morning eyes aglow with the day’s grand ambitions. The Sun’s first light falls a vivid curtain, illuminant, a cool breeze in accompaniment. Waves, particles, particles, waves–the duality of light can be so mysterious–could not be happier with their luck, with where they’ve *ended up, […]
Continue reading →The Shadow’s Fallacy
A cold morning walk to a high mountain lake with a pair of ice skates. It was only months after this photo was taken that I realized the strange shape of the shadow cast. Ha! A shadow-puppet’s silhouette is not always representative of those entwined hands which do the casting! Oh silhouette, no more than an […]
Continue reading →A Holy Verse
You can hear it, no? The woods, they’re whispering. Yes, I can hear it. You can feel it too! The bite, the nip, the morning’s chill…all the leaves a’rustle…rasped by a holy verse, a choral hymn on winds of change. Time to shut’er down boys, time to pull the plug on a Summer’s growth, drain the […]
Continue reading →The Mess Between (a tragedy)
My sense of Purpose meets my Nihilism in the hot, dry heat of Bishop, California. Purpose, his typical oblivious self, secure within his bubble, lost in his own world, and up today, down tomorrow, world-less Nihilism is feeling rather choleric. “Hello Purpose.” “Oh, hello Nihilism. Jeez, sorry, I almost ran right into you…haven’t seen you […]
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