That Feeling
Of being strung out on the rack of the actual, Like well-worn garments hung out to dry. Are those shirts and jeans the ones...
Tag: wind
My Friend the Sun
If I was a river, and I’m not saying I’m not, I would thread my way through all obstacles. Without them, I could not...
Riding on the Wind
The curtains are stirring and I know that something is about to start, as in the moments before the conductor’s baton raps against the...
The Wind has Returned.
You may have been here last week, rifling the wind chimes, disturbing the sleepy quiet of branches as they open to the Spring Equinox...
Slowing Down and Filling Up
This week, doing a TSK exercise (“Going without Going”–modified to allow the ‘goer’ to remain seated, instead of walking very slowly, which for me...
Why I like to Keep Appointments.
An appointment is like a buoy on the tossing surface of a lake. If I cancel a meeting with someone, I fear that it...
Even the Wind Needs Room to Breathe
Breathless In Byzantium (a poem by Ken McKeon) The neighborhood was devastated, To wake and find not all that much Air around anywhere, People...
A Lonely Dragon Sings
Driving in the car the other day, switching between radio stations, I stopped on one that was playing a cello concerto, and found myself...