I often wonder which is my favorite But today I know It is now The cooler mornings The crisp nights The scent of overripe fruit the crackle of a fire the call from a V of geese flying toward a gibbous moon Yellow school busses yellow leaves yellowed stalks of… Read More
And so, on this day, I fill that hollow space in my chest with heat from a thousand thousand thousand suns:
Day 5 of the World Wide Pandemic, I turned off the TV, the radio, the internet, and instead listened to the music I love and looked at pictures I had taken of the places I love. It was my meditation. My ode to love and hope and pleasure and peace… Read More
Katie Lee, the 98 year old Arizona activist whose favorite word was fuck, died in her sleep on Wednesday, November 1st. Katie had dedicated her life trying to take down the dam that had drowned the place she loved most — Glen Canyon — the contoured caverns and seductive streams that… Read More
This was Elijah and I on January 1, 2014 hiking Abiqua Falls. So much has changed since then—Dad is gone, Elijah is soon turning 16, Chuck is moving his office to Portland, and I am a disillusioned writer with little interest in the publishing world and all the calisthenics writers… Read More
Dad, last Christmas Last year on New Year’s Eve, Dad took Shameem, Chuck and I to his doctor so that we could hear a sobering truth: Dad was running out of time. Shameem, Chuck and I listened as Dad pressed the man to talk numbers. Dad wanted us to understand… Read More