Two poems to type. Won’t tonight. Feeling lazy and tired from morning run. 8.5 miles, surprised self— Didn’t […]
meditation
The quiet is a code. One encouraging. One re-assuring. One conversational, and just to you. Collect yourself in […]
call the day, the night– And do nothing– Like now. Meditation made…
In office at winery. All positive. I’m smiling at any stress, and still very much buzzing off the […]
In the vineyards. Peace. Quiet. Collection. Could and would never tire of this. Lifting wind, gently assertive. Under […]
I’m quitting negativity. Anything negative. Anything remotely negative. Or even minuscule indignation. No more. Just zen, writer zen, […]
then you know. There are those times when you finish something then have to find someone for the […]
Adjunct cell. Planning. In NO mood to teach. But I drink the coffee in the tumbler, the same […]
Entirely in father province of the writer-father role, beginning this morning, with Emma gifted me an explosively abhorrent […]