Category: Nature


Aimlessness Suits Me

  It does not appear that this sun shall set nor the melody in my mind to cease; I do not feel I shall ever be hungry nor recollect that feeling of cold. The sky mirrors my mind— empty and warm and without agenda— I find, in having no destination, I have come to where I should be.


Tree Hugger

I don’t belong in the concrete world. It’s too hot for my feet too electric for my soul. When they ask me what I do     I say I count the leaves     on any given tree         and try not to cry too loudly  as I contemplate the complexity.



  I see the sea lap the rocks the streaky current pulsing sinuous but smooth & tall my breath is still & the wind is still— the wind is so still. My cross-legged legs are streaky pulsing currents the spine shaped by carpenters with bendy rulers I count on one hand all the thoughts I think— man that wind is so still. Cloudless skies … Read More Romance


A Christchurch Couchsurf

When spending a day in aimless enjoyment of the surrounding scenery, of the sounds a soul makes when it hears all those birds, of the capital position of being, I get this remarkable lightness in my heels and begin to bound more than walk. Sometimes, in between long conversations with myself, I opt for a spot of heel clicked and random dancing. Christchurch was … Read More A Christchurch Couchsurf

With the Earth Like This

  How warm the rain this morning! It is a morning to sing along with— the rain a drum beat on the roof of my helmet the whoosh of rubber through puddle a cymbal I let all the car alarms, too, be bird song and my grin swells with the wind and the clouds. It is a day to breathe, like the wind, a … Read More With the Earth Like This


What do you find? I beg my soul

  I trudge through the desert while balancing the water on my back, blinking to uproot the flies and to bat away the sticky sweat from rolling in my eyes. My vision is blurred by endlessness; no mountain no tree no landmark just dunes and this dusty shuffle casting fiery shadow prints. My feet sink ever deeper, deeper in the blister sand with every … Read More What do you find? I beg my soul


Master Puppeteer

I’m not going to tell you what happened. Not about the woman I met, nor the shades of green on the hillsides against the coal black sand dunes. That’s not what you want to read about. I know this–I think I know this–because that’s not what I want to write about, either. “No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is … Read More Master Puppeteer

The Intro-Version

Pause for a moment in your intro-jection I’m on an  expedition and you need to listen you’ve not been intro-mitted and I’m kinda offended I need some intro-pin for the shock.

Both Sides of Blood

Me You hate me for what I did in Israel, and you still harbor anger for the destruction of Japan and Vietnamese children. I hate you for what you did in New York even though you’re half a world away from the Middle East; you’re brown and practice Islam so it still counts.


For my mother.  Breathe, little hummingbird, She said As she whisked her wings and Showed me how to fly.


The Subtle Cello

The cello is the most subtle Of the four-piece orchestra. More subtle than the viola Even though many might disagree– The viola is too subtle So it is suspicious Indeed the most suspicious of the lot. And most often the viola is left out anyways In favor of two violins. What can you do with a viola that You couldn’t pay a violin to … Read More The Subtle Cello


Sleeping in Caves and on Presidential Library Lawns

  The school day ended and I whipped myself back home, taking a quick shower and shoving a pair of wool socks, and extra sweater, my trusty hammock, a sleeping bag, an avocado and a beer in my backpack. I snagged a peanut butter and honey sandwich for the road and bid adieu to the comforts of standard living for a night. My drive … Read More Sleeping in Caves and on Presidential Library Lawns