the shadowed and splattered // banks of clouds // push back the rays Continue reading →
I still look upward • tracing shapes learned years ago • looking for a wish. Continue reading →
Sometime today I’ll probably tip over into the three hundred thousandseys. I know that is really pure bean-counting but there you go. Sometimes watching the beans pile up and knowing the exact number is what it takes to keep you going piling them up. Continue reading →
hoodoos guarding Bryce • ladies with protective hair • layers of rock types.
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It’s so hot that keyboards and trackpads don’t seem to cooperate. So hot, ironing seems absurd. Continue reading →
Nothing would be done at all if a man waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault with it.
