This week’s wind had me thinking of the Dust Bowl days. That and a brief conversation with a friend of mine about this pandemic. You mix together a dash of man-made crisis with a pinch of natural disaster and you reap a whirlwind like bowling dust. Overworking your plot of land and life, stripping it … Continue reading dirt
I saw more worms today than I have people in the last month. My feet hurt tonight. My garden shoes have no support and I’m feeling it. Feeling the flatness of this quarter acre lot I’m trying to cultivate. Feeling the histamine working over my nose and throat. I’m allergic to everything I love about … Continue reading goodnight
These are weird days right here. My house is full of piano runs, guitar strums, and puppy calls. There’s also press conferences and updates breaking in through all of that. The south wind is perplexed — a mixture of warmth and frenzy. I wonder what degree panic idles at? How about peace? If one were … Continue reading
The cardinal couple visited me this morning. I watched the male pull a worm from the ground and then feed it to the female. It was the most endearing sight to behold. The female perched on the wisteria long enough for me to snap a few photos before gliding to the ground to meet her … Continue reading
The sun is set to rise in five minutes and I take the moments in between to wonder how we can know such algorithms. Daybreak and nightfall like appointments, keeping their commitments to uncover and cover for as long as we spin here. They say the only certainty in life is uncertainty yet I consider … Continue reading
It’s said that all is fair in love and war. This is how we justify the extreme measures taken to win both. How we rationalize lesser loss for greater gain, the means for the coveted end. Both are costly. Both are unfair. Both tally and bury casualties. Both scorn at the notion that any price … Continue reading love war
I knew it would smell like spring when I stepped outside. The mixture of dew and dirt swirl together just beneath my nose as if I’m sniffing the bouquet of a fine wine. I let it swell for a moment, see how it settles over me. I give the spring morning a proper hello as I bow … Continue reading the other day
23 YEARS Continue reading march 1
It’s always been about the words. I began writing my thoughts very early on in a diary and then eventually in journals. By my teen years I never went anywhere without my journals. I carried a backpack with all that was precious to me, and that’s where the books safely stayed. Shuffling between two homes … Continue reading a bag of books
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 