For Faith Popcorn

In Faith. Isn’t it about the rippling, that reaches out From that one pebble, leaf — or a casting of sand? Patterned in a rhythm, the watch full, Seer. Sprinkling like a constellation of circled echos That is the time of your searching: listening and...

I’ve left the Wanderer stone there, at the water. And arranged other stones, each ruled with a quartzite thread, as a wrapping, beneath the waves. Hold me, once I’m gone.

M O (U) R N I N G

This morning I suppose, that I was mourning. But really, I was not – more: Looking and listening. And thinking about the passage of others. And Matt. But deer (dear) came, instead. To re-mind me, of the life lived now. And that she was hungry. And looking. At...

The Lonely Window

Photo by Tim Girvin the lonely window… the last one lit; therein, the enthusiasm of the committed? sometimes I feel like this is me — wherever I am. but I will leave this meditation, this notion of the committed to merely focused. as it was, I shot this...