I have not been actively suicidal in some time but I have been thinking about the topic a lot. A…
To Be Empty: No Anchor, Floating With Cargo
TW: This was written in a deep depression. The storage room at the coast is empty. The physical cargo has…
Life Lists: Birds and Fears I Have Met
Those are just some of my new life-list birding additions. You may not recognize the last bird on the list.…
Ether Or: Dark to Light Ruminating
Once more in electronic darkness and I am thinking of capricious time. How quickly the last six months have passed…
Craving: Reassembling in Fog
Bear with me. It has been a rough couple of weeks but there is light at the end of this…
Going where? The Stagnation of Predictability
21 March, 2022 Two years ago today, I was moving into a new house and putting many of my belongings…
Abandoning Attachment—Again: Ghost Trees and the Unattainable.
I have tried repeatedly to capture the unique texture, dimension, and outright ghostliness of the cypresses here in Louisiana. I’m…
Boondocking in Texas: The Davis Mountains & Accepting Fate
Most trees in the Davis Mountains are stunted—low to the ground as if cowering from the sunlight. Mesquite, evergreen sumac,…
Afscheidswals
Excerpt from a work-in-progress on this National Mutt day for my most beautiful mutt. April 2019 I hear, tonight, no…
Art & Grief: Finding the Perfection in the Imperfect
I stitched and the dog snored and life was sweet and warm. I finished the biscornu and in all those stitches and waves and snoring came words for the page…