spring but it's cold. But we know it's spring because the light is out later, and then there is moonlight, the fullmoon, and it's like the light above the river never leaves, where the trees break, over the water, between the mountains, where the sky lives, the big open part of the world, as if … Continue reading spring summer everything
the night
the sun and time
This week is our last week in Idaho. Corinne is at the cave cabin tonight, to think in the fire-warmed dark and have epiphanies about her path in life, while the stars wink on over the salmon river and the goats, once tamed for milk and now gone wild again, bed down in the clumps … Continue reading the sun and time
Argiope aurantia vs. the giant who made civilization
I slept well last night. You are not going to believe this, but the weather has been warming and yellow garden spiders the size of my thumbnail have been making the trek through the wall between my shack and the garage and catapulting themselves, at one a.m., onto my bed near the wall. It’s happened … Continue reading Argiope aurantia vs. the giant who made civilization
at this late hour
I am awake. Is it because I am a hedonist? Is it because I am in love? Is it because I want to live forever? Is it because I have become addicted, in the last 48 hours, to facebook scrabble? No, my love has gone to bed on her turn, stuffed up with a headcold. … Continue reading at this late hour
the curse
Once upon a time, in this life of some other, at some point, somewhere, I was unlucky enough to have a curse put on me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this curse but then, no-one deserves anything, and life exists within the context of two irreconcilable realities- the wonderful and miraculous and … Continue reading the curse
the young Annie Dillard
. . Once upon a time when I was on the internet, I found these photos of the young Annie Dillard. I don't remember what site I got them from, or who took them, which is irresponsible, I know, but I saved them to my computer and I look at them alot. Although I have … Continue reading the young Annie Dillard
we’re off to a good start
We’ve got this breaking dawn over the warm clear waters, we’ve got this ocean-going vessel made of solid wood. I’d been building it for years the way a snail builds a shell from calcium from his own body, and you brought the sails. We’ve got our larders stocked with dozens of nights, the rhythm of … Continue reading we’re off to a good start
Dispatches from the night-time
It’s so late, and yet here I am. It’s cold in Portland, cold, cold, cold. Not Alaska cold, but cold for here, and clear, and all the stars are stuck frozen like glass slivers in the dim lid of the sky, the night sky that’s all milky and faded from light pollution and the particulates … Continue reading Dispatches from the night-time
