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Writing

Writing

Everything lives here. Poems, essays, daily dispatches, research, ideas that arrived before I knew what to do with them. Bike trips through California. Mornings in St. John. Whatever the world keeps throwing at the question of how to pay attention.

  • I Want to Love You Loudly

    I want to love you loudly butNot like a gunshot. AvalancheCould cut it, at least inStrength and power and youKnow I’m coming and youCan’t escape. I want to loveYou warmly.…

  • Cual Miedo / What Fear

    Cuál miedo semueve por lasVenas yLevanta laAlma delOscuro? LaMismaEsperanza deMañana. VayaPor calles yBaile en sillasHasta la ciel.Siempre, loIncierto seAvecina yNuestra viajeEmpiece otraVez. — What fearMovesThrough veinsAnd lifts theSoul fromDarkness? TheSame…

  • Chopped Life: On Love City

    Staring at the blue light abyss of cobalt tragedy glowing in my hand. It’s like every second of the day should be filled with something. Work is work which means…

  • Floating on Oceans

    Floating on oceans taught me well.The best swimmer still drowns in aWell. We all need help. When the kidsAsk what happened to the trees do weSay they fell? The wick…

  • The Living Dance

    Rolling cumulus, scattered showers, shattered fragments raining down. Earthly diagnosis: a front of suffering energized by behaviors in bully-driven rooms. I underutilize power and let it drift on an ocean…

  • Sunday

    In a shack in a forest on a rock in the sea. Bamboo shoots rustle in dark howls of breeze and the canopy shifts to drop sporadic gatherings of raindrops…

  • Pitter Patter

    Just like that, I’ve finished my first book. Well, the living part of it anyway. Now I have to sit down and put it in writing. The last four months…

  • Driftless

    Summer hops and skips along. In fact, the fall dances close yet the smoke in the sky warps the warmth. It’s been a while between those past sunny nights and…

  • Sunny Nights

    East of elsewhere and North a couple miles, red-winged blackbirds watch the wind and eye me with suspicion. Sparrows flit between signposts and low branches. The sun beckons and rarely…

  • Slowing Down

    It’s takes some time to separate from routine. The immediate rush of energy and movement as I left the Bay has officially subsided. I’m finally putting on my traveling shoes.…

  • Dealing with the Deal

    Know when to fold, right? Sometimes the universe don’t ask too politely. That’s how I felt as I tucked into a groaning ball and my stomach turned and churned nothingness.…

  • All Looking for Something

    For the most part, I feel decently invisible. Cars driving past typically keep their eyes on the road. People walking by don’t stop to ask what I’m doing. The occasional…