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24 01, 2021


By |2021-01-28T15:30:36-08:00January 24th, 2021|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Tender anticipation of empathy   Seeking to collapse a year   A year of wandering souls in isolation   In COVID 19   In anti-humanity   Releasings of pain. Architecting the novel of your sanctuary.   Rebirthing a daughter. Catching and releasing the sons.   Trusting the hubcaps of safety.   Future state, future you glimmering [...]

24 04, 2020

To Cloak

By |2020-04-25T09:22:50-07:00April 24th, 2020|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |0 Comments

 The air glides over your curves, in a steam of heaviness, cloaking you. Especially around the heart space.   You wonder if a heart can be cloaked.   A robin chirps for its mate from a distant rooftop. This air lightly translating the message. The punctuation of the call draws you back, into the weight of [...]

1 07, 2019

Sacred Restarts

By |2019-07-01T22:32:37-07:00July 1st, 2019|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Today we broke apart an established world and it remained intact. The two thirteen-year-old girls that I have lived with for five years are moving out next month. Their Dad is going with them. The expected fury of emotion and running into bedrooms never arrived. Instead there was incessant chatter about which type of pet; hedgehog, [...]

30 11, 2018

When the Market Opens

By |2018-11-30T09:16:55-08:00November 30th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Out of the corner of my eye I see them. By rote, my feet steer to the table housing the red, brown, green and gold painted balsa wood configurations. I walk directly up to the festive card table in the middle of the green house filled with Poinsettias. I know people are milling. I see no [...]

25 10, 2018

A Glimmer

By |2018-10-25T12:49:50-07:00October 25th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |0 Comments

I drive slowly around the bend away from the upper sports field of my youngest’s middle school. I look up and through the stark framing of a house on a street in an otherwise complete and constructed neighborhood in north Seattle. The upper, third-maybe fourth-story roof line is sharply pitched-maybe an obtuse triangle. Pulling back from [...]

7 10, 2018

The Weekend of October 6th

By |2018-10-07T21:00:14-07:00October 7th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

Life is trying. Trying to be first, trying to push opinions, answers and consequences. And today it feels like life is Himalayan in its unruly messiness. The scorching upcoming confirmation of Kavanaugh to a seat on the United States highest court of justice. The ashes of women betrayed in every conversation and community space. There is [...]

30 09, 2018

Scissors are falling out of my hair

By |2018-09-30T21:48:58-07:00September 30th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

There is a smell of moss and lumberjack permeating the studio. I dribble in late, sinking quickly into the black leather stylist chair. "I've never seen your hair down" I comment. An ocean of aqua marine locks drape over Siddal's right shoulder. They reach her waist. Suddenly I'm sitting on the porcelain bathtub of my grandmother's [...]

6 08, 2018

“Ever since I was a little boy…”

By |2018-08-06T07:07:06-07:00August 6th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|0 Comments

"...I wanted to be an entertainer. And you can't be an entertainer without an audience. Thank you for making my dreams come true." Al Milar perches 20 feet above the ground on a steel contraption engineered for street performers. In the musty Vermont  mid summer night he cuts the shape of a mounted superhero clad in [...]

15 07, 2018

It was a simple gesture

By |2018-07-15T11:02:17-07:00July 15th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|0 Comments

"Hey-can you buy me a coffee?" I tip my head in the direction of the baritone voice replenishing the empty coffee shop. I instantly thrust out my hand with a recently pulled tall Americano.  "I need to drink more water. Please have this." The space is quiet. No words. I skim the front of my sunglasses [...]

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