The way the water glides down open paths of granite into deeps of afternoon, the way it gutters a throaty roar, clearing its mouth of a thousand stones. That is the way we all might go, cutting loose from the tarns of our magnificent placidity and speaking ourselves over the smoothness of the lip where […]
From a shaky scaffold rising out of the poison oak, a pair of men are tearing off the back of our redwood baseball stands. Who would have guessed it? Between the boards, row on row of honeycombs, packed in like a visiting team in brown and saffron uniforms. All these years a sweetness building at […]
It’s true. White mushrooms muscle up through the edges of our new paved road. Blackness crumbles like the crust of tender lava doming in the blasted crater of Mt. St. Helens. So long, asphalt! You are not much, after all.
Incense cedar, elderberry, scattered chapels of white fir. Cones stand up like paper squirrels on the branches, waxing resinous in sun light of the year yet lingering with warmth in plenty, here, now, an afternoon in folded grass and browning nests of bracken under broken granite, lucid sky. Stillness after ache and heave of summer, […]