It is funny how they come. We string together abstract symbols and call them “sentences”. Pencil marks form communication yet are lifeless. We know it and yet…. words can hunt you. Have you ever noticed? What you’ve heard in your … Continue reading When words hunt you
The black asphalt, newly-laid, burns in the evening July sun, filling the air with a scorching smell. One garage door lifts to reveal a knot of men on stools. One walks down the driveway and out on the street. He … Continue reading Finding love in the struggle: a July day in Canada
A certain phrase that crops up now and again, between my coworker and I. We’ll be pushing papers through the scanner, a trifle mindlessly since that’s what we’ve been doing daily for months now. The internet will choke on itself … Continue reading How to live fully…when you’re a bored scanning clerk
If I could write about anything – anything at all – what would I write? I have asked this question many times. I ask it today, as I gratefully slip out of office for lunch break. It is raining. I … Continue reading the daily strange
—–November I need a new vision for winter. You asked Your prophets time and time again, “What do you see?” When I look at the world turning to winter, I see death. The days get shorter and shorter and it … Continue reading When you need new vision
The printer scrapes it out: my poem. I gingerly pick up the paper between fingers, shy of my own words. There is so much space on this page. My poetry teacher commanded it; specified the margin size and font size, … Continue reading Room to Soar
As I sort through thousands of files of land surveyor field notes from the 1950’s and beyond, I see the same word over and over and over again: RUSH. It is on almost every single file. It is almost always … Continue reading RUSH! RUSH! RUSH!