Thursday, November 23, 2017

Wednesday, November 22, 2017


i saw her and i thought on twyla tharp . . .

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Monday, November 20, 2017

the wiz

riding in this morning through a small cold rain and stopping for quality time with "the wiz", a local character whose real name i heard once but who to me has always been "the wiz." we talked about fave tangerine dream discs (nothing after nineteen-eighty), how to make a bad bike good, and how we're dealing with learning that we're growing old because our bodies are telling us so.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

the small feather

this moment ... this morning . . . down close to the ground and i was looking at the sugary crystal frost outlining the little and the large leaves and then ... soft as sweetness, this small feather filled my eyes and the sun was so strong that it held its downy end and flared it into a blinding white obscurity, but nevertheless, there was this simple assemblage ready-made and lying right there . . .

Saturday, November 18, 2017

first ice

Friday, November 17, 2017