The search for a tailor’s awl for an art project becomes a meditation on the intersection of the useful and the beautiful. Buying secondhand isn’t just good for the earth, it’s good for us too.
In return for poetry, Henk Rogers of Tetris and Blue Startups eventually handed me the whole planet. But not before a tough negotiation that involved two cards he extended to me, directing me to choose just one.
It all started with painting a room sky blue. I was shocked. My electric bill was cut almost in half. Who knew.
Immolation As the horizon looms, flips over to present an endless span of waves, I give up, surrender. My fate’s the fate of falling. I guess I hoped for recognition, that when I pushed my arms into the hostile sun he would look up and see my face, the frame of limb so like his […]
Eve’s Second Garden Filled with succulents and spines that scratch her legs and break off inside, so Adam has to pinch her skin, then suck and bite the sliver, his teeth the only tweezers yet invented. Nothing requires much water. Five months drought each winter turns prickly pears brilliant purple before they die. Yucca shade […]
The tree house he built, the smell of a grass fire’s smoke and vanilla, and camping. It’s Father’s Day in this poem about memories.
North on the Illahee Ferry So there you are, where you wanted to be. I can imagine the Seattle city pier falling away behind you. Herring gulls wheel along their wires, reflections shattering in the ferry wake. You lean out over the swell, caught by blue distance, and when the cold finds its way onto […]