The squirrel is eating the bones of the bread I threw out. It’s that high fiber bread, very healthy but bordered by inedible crust. It holds the pieces in its paw and turns it like a wheel till it’s gone. At this point in it’s young life I’d say that it has ingested more...
Monthly Archives: June 2010
for Claire
The desert’s deception is that it moves so fast. There is no reason to expect anything except empty certainty. The architect of distractions cannot pull me from this hollow. I’m telling you now and it is too god damned late, I never never never would have thought that I would miss you so...
Calamity Jane letter
Dear Dina, There doesn’t seem like there’s much more to say. I’ve road the prairies for the last time. As much as I know the land and carry it with me to eternity, I just had to take one last ride. It may have been too much for my old bones. I don’t know. ...
Heavy cream
Heavy cream – by freda karpf from Conversations with Nic I’ve been having those kind of thoughts that keep rising to the surface. I call them heavy cream thoughts. They’re the sort of philosophic meanderings that rise to the surface while driving to the supermarket. Apart from being stuck in traffic or...
Saturation point
The air conditioning in my car is caput. Apparently, so is my memory. The AC was caput last summer and I forgot. Well, it was a cold winter and that chased the memory of heat right out of my brain. Memories can apparently slip through the crevasses in the skull as easily as some...
All hail and hairy wildlife
Instead of recounting my wrestling an alligator today, this is on my mind and I thought I’d share it. Before things got worse, or worse yet, before we are never heard from again I thought I’d reach out to the world, say my goodbyes to my family and let the world know that despite...
Passports
I want to tell you about Louise Bourgeois and the trees shaped by the cold. The trees are called krummholz. Their roots look like old sirens, remind me of Louise. A picture of the krummholz up on the side of my printer also shows their roots. When I saw a picture of Louise it...
Her smile
Sometimes the days and weeks shake you up like a cocktail and you can’t remember the most important things you’re holding in your being. I often forget to breathe, which is why I’m so grateful to my autonomic nervous system. We seem to easily forget the short, sweet things in our days while spending...
liminal
Barely perceptible, hardly there but about to emerge. Sensory threshold. That’s a feeling. It’s a season. Some people know it as another way of being, which is, on the cusp of something new or knowing something. When its knowledge that is close to home for some reason it is often a little less formed,...