Tag: Meditations

I want to sit facing east before the San Jacinto peak at the computer inventing the particulars of a life that unfolds in my head. First we must build the wall

sits on the dining table for now, too precious yet to store. Proof of a past — of mortality. Such fun in the humid Mexican heat, the clear waters a blessing. Th

My seventeen-year-old German vehicle, practical, sweet to drive, timeless in design - a box, really, is resurrected with a modern Japanese engine, finally sorte

We pretend the discipline of once-a-day feeding, old raggedy assed Coco and the Queensland Heeler. They do their morning dance as the dishes are put before them

Springsteen, at the top of one phase, sold out, of course, the mid eighties, thundering his blue collar magic to so many white collars, poets, old protesters, b

At seventy-two, I drink a hell of a lot of coffee, sometimes in the middle of the day when my energy sags and I just don’t want to pick up the damn tool to cont

Look here. Now. Do you see? The time is at hand. Wake up dummy. Drink coffee; eat a bagel. Think possibilities. Outward not inward.

I drag the pestle across the wooden toad’s arched ridge so it may croak. When I first heard the sound, the realization that who- ever carved the little dude, ho

There is time to think of the moment only if I have consciousness; I do mean, mind you, the act of being un-asleep. Thoughts are relative. I can be quite awake