squeak…squeak…bits of wood like sawdust loosen with each counter clockwise turn an agonizing dismantling, not of this table but its past, my past, a dad built past so long past now, the wood dowels have shrunk and been re-glued several times, the holes in the mid-century modern plexiglass top re-drilled several times, so much sawdust, […]
physical dismantling Read More »
We treasure the cloudless nights when the moon reflects the new spring growth at rest
spring growth at night Read More »
one of the nicest things someone could say to you is “I often wondered, what became of you” and to say that after a lifetime gap of 55 years. after all we have spawned, rooted, and accomplished, that we get to lay down these delicate bones in each darkness and rise again with a new
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i’m always a bit surprised when something i previously wrote comes up as a memory. i try to place myself in that atmosphere again, then compare it with what is outside my door today. there are unlimited possibilities of the shades of green and grey in the clouds and living, growing things in this bit
In case you haven’t pre-ordered yours yet! Nows the time! In fact, order for the whole book club 😁This is the new book of interviews with Stephanie Johnson with Brandon Stanton of Humans of New York fame
First time for this CA transplant blooming in Vancouver, in this year of incessant rain and blustery winds…a survivor of Northwest weather and a harbinger of spring to come.
