Monthly Archives: January 2011
Things in trees: new ice, empty sky, four blackbirds, my breath. Advertisements
I remember the summer skulls of dandelion nodding in tune with the sun.
We stop to smell the deerprint, dog shit, dead mouse, cigarettes, acorns and boundaries; a revelation every ten feet. We kill the Buddha on the road so many times we lose count.
Pun intended. I’ve missed a few days on the small stones project but I have two very good excuses. First is a new doggy addition to the family — seasoned as I am, it’s a wonderfully disrupting element. Second, I’ve … Continue reading
Tired little dog with one paw twitching. She doesn’t know it yet but she bears the moon on her back.
Sometimes it really is as simple as this. Broth makes a golden light over bones and needs no spice.
Straight or curved, the same force of wrist guts a trout or a squash.