Wednesday, February 15, 2012


We are one, this strange man across time and I

We see the arid lands and the poppies

They way they were meant to be seen

The way God planted them

The solitude in desert magic and soft cool of distant mountains

The words wrap my heart

In a nostalgic seeming fog

And the fog is always just a little further off

Friday, February 10, 2012

Encounter in the Sauna

I learned her name
After I heard her favorite story
Of when the darkness fell
We were so lucky she says
So lucky
And it's good to have candles
She lay supine
On wood burning stoves and creeks running downhill
I cooked everything she said
We were so lucky she said I made stew
My toe finds a knothole and I concentrate
On not laughing
On not saying "I don't know you
But you aren't lucky
You are planned"
She laughs and says, "I just thought, 'oh my god we are so lucky.'"
Your God indeed I think
Your God indeed

Thursday, February 9, 2012


Is beauty constant?
"You just don't know what's in style"
He scoffs absolutes

Yeah, it's a haiku.
And I love TOMS the mission, but why do they have to make such ugly shoes?