I can’t miss this, I thought. A number like this only happens once in a car’s lifetime. These miles were all my miles. All in my 2013 Toyota Rav4 work car. I did the math in my head. If I went to Death Valley once a month for five years, that would be sixty months. […]
Continue reading →A walk in the woods. The hermit thrush and Gray granite rhyme, just as Somehow the aspens on a light breeze Trickle through the talus. Communal. Communing. Of a vague utility, And yet so completely necessary.
Continue reading →I picked up my pen and began to write. It is a well-balanced Retro 51 Tornado that cost me twenty-five dollars. Retro calls it a tornado because you have to twist the top to bare the nib. Without the twist, there will be nothing but scratches across the smooth Moleskine paper. Do great tools produce […]
Continue reading →In my head, I did the math and reckoned there are between sixty-three and seventy-two pounds of toe and fingernails spread throughout the Buttermilk and Chalk Bluff Boulders in and around Bishop, CA. Decades of clipped keratin strewn about the high desert. With all the degradational speed of an empty two-liter plastic bottle, it’s all […]
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There is a koan about a Zen master who was being chased by a hungry tiger. He ran for his life with the big cat swatting at his heels until he reached the edge of a cliff. With nowhere to go, he lowered himself over the brink using a vine that grew from the soil […]
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I was a broken man by the time I crested Wolfcreek Pass Colorado, 10,857ft. Nine days and just about 1000 miles into my journey east. Both Achilles’s tendons were swollen as wide as my ankles while the attendant pain narrowed to a point and stabbed each pedal stroke with a seared flesh kind of misery. It […]
Continue reading →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 →By the looks of it, the cola can must have been there a while, years maybe. The top side day after day squinting at the noon sun, its red color bleached now pink by strong rays, laying, praying for a cloud cover shade that might bring a drop of cool rain, warm reminiscence. What is […]
Continue reading →Astride the bicycle, a ride to work is a lesson in mindfulness. It’s early and the mind is still waking up, the air has its morning nip about it and the streets are crowded with others doing the same routine if but by different means. Distractions every one of them, but if you can maintain a […]
Continue reading →And then there is the transportation gang, often heard before they’re seen with squeaky chains propelling haggard old bikes, for whom there is no choice…or perhaps the choice is to ride or hoof it, as the bicycle is their sole means of speedy A to B. Maybe they ride to work, maybe they’re unemployed. Maybe they’re homeless, lost their […]
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