Photos & Words
Another day. First of May. Windows wide open. Offer incense, none taken. Morning zazen. “Your connection was interrupted. A network change was detected.” Who invented owls? Still no right answers to the wrong question....
This is your receipt, not a ticket for travel. Please proceed. Ignore the rubbish tip, the vulgar negligee of fencing. The camera has no eye. The gate is open. Birth-toss out on a limb....
Today it’s called “history”. Tomorrow, it’s lost in the weeds. The day after that, it’s once again pristine.
Michael Ruby and I spent a Sunday afternoon in late April talking poetry at his farmhouse. We took a long walk in the woods and heard birdsong and worried about ticks in the grass....
Another ambitious morning of April, the usual idle reading, now it’s the dictionary—a reach, a stretch, a flip of the pages—a big book after all, to arrive at—Oh! the “wood-thrush”! Not our feathery friend...
Soon the trout lilies will be blooming in the Catskill Mountains. According to the Almanac of Persephone: “Their pretty yellow flowers follow the sun during the day and close at night, only to turn...
Indecorous. Unpermitted. Abide. Flowers. Shrubs. Boxes. Shells. Removed. Toys. Bric-a-Bracs. Shepherd’s Hooks. Other Hanging Devices. Expunged. Borders. Balloons. Glass. Coins. Disallowed. Photographs. Jewelry. Grave Lights. Out, Out! Cooperate. Enjoy. Comply. Thank you. Goodbye.
Spring. I know because when the roar of the car wash ceases momentarily I can hear the song of peepers in the adjacent woods. I don’t know how those woods have survived this long....
I don’t usually pick up hitchhikers but in dream anything goes and a collie is in the car too and they make good listeners so when the hitchhiker climbs in and says just drive...
Yesterday last day of ski season bright and warm the slopes “corning up nicely” loudspeakers around the base lodge blaring not-so-modern-anymore “I’ll stop the world and melt with you” all these people with pricey...
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