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Yesterday’s post was all about my need for rain. So it rained last night…that was after I ran naked and screaming ‘let there be rain’ through the streets, in and out of the traffic, into the gas station for a Twinkie…up Eubank to Montgomery…knocked on Scarpa’s door for a take-out pizza (which got all soggy on the way home). Maybe I didn’t do that. But it did rain. I couldn’t find just… Read More
Bread by Mahmoud Darwish From early dusk the day was inscrutableThe sun shows up, lazy as usualA mineral ash, eastward, blocks the horizon. . .In the veins of cloudsIn household pipesThe water was hard. . .A desperate autumn in the life of BeirutDeath spread from the palaceto the radio to the salesman of sexTo the vegetable marketWhat is it wakes you now?Exactly five o’clockAnd thirty people killedGo back to sleepIt is a… Read More
el rio grande The Rio grande flows from the continental divide like a golden thread, taking the loneliness out of the Colorado mountains. The eyes of dead apache warriors express their sorrow with silent renegade war cries, as the Rio grande meanders through New Mexico.Tooh-ba-aadi is an ancient Navajo word for a south flowing river. It flows through Tejas like a carancahua red cloth, it cuts through chihuahuas, coahuila, Nuevo Leon and… Read More
More time on bosque walks. Many delicious quotes and poems. Many photos. Many miles. Another morning in the woods tomorrow. This pathway through the pandemic. “With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define itself as it goes along, though freedom remains total with each step: any tempting side road can be turned into an impulse, or any wild patch of woods… Read More
Pictures from a rainy day train ride in Norway…from Stavanger to Kristiansand. The train ride was a few hours, with the whole world outside my window transformed into a magic kingdom of water. Sitting on my couch loving this rainy morning. I am a certified Pluviophile and almost nothing makes me happier than seriously rainy weather. I live in New Mexico just to keep me from getting too damn happy…. Spring Storm… Read More
After some days of being ensconced in the cozy care of my San Diego family, it was north by Southwest to San Leandro where the working masses move when unable to afford San Francisco, or after they’ve been mugged in Oakland…but still love Bay Area salaries and lifestyles. My granddaughter, Lace the Engineer (first engineer in the family…and a female besides…so I mention it whenever the opportunity presents), lives there, sharing digs… Read More
I’ve explored Ultima Thule from top to bottom without even leaving my couch. Books books books. I sometimes think, when I read a lot before a trip, that the actual going there is almost anticlimactic. Last week I wrote about Gretel Ehrlich’s This Cold Heaven and her dreamy imagery and her love for this often brutal mostly-frozen place called Greenland. What was most appealing to me about This Cold Heaven and… Read More
Facing west from California’s shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over the waves, towards the house of maternity, The land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circles; For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere, From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero, From the south, from the flowery… Read More