Technology celebrates
connectedness, but
encourages retreat,
says Jonathan Safran Foer.
6/2/2017
Handmade foam rubber wetsuits,
neon yellow with a blue hood
wrapped in Ocean Beach fog.
It’s always summer on the inside.
6/1/2017
The scent of cherry tomatoes
ripe on the vine at dusk.
Or onions opaque in a skillet.
Soil and sizzle, I’m home.
5/31/2017
Years tracking down stories
then told in twenty minutes.
Narratives making sand flow.
Density turning into viscosity.
5/30/2017
That time I made my wife drive
with me into the hills to see
the harvest moon visible from our
stoop. Just a little closer now.
5/29/2017
Rafters to cellar, doorbell to crib
Stonewashed, soil-stained
Chainsaw and soak hose
Mended pipe, pierced copper.
5/28/2017
The man born this day
gave up his bed
when I lost my own.
Hush, he gestured. Rest.
5/27/2017
Early morning and I walk
in the blue light of a home
at rest, into each chamber
of its heart. I’m beat.
5/26/2017
Minimal lines in a drawing.
The few pen strokes
are finalists of hundreds
— or the sum of them.
5/25/2017
Jack of all trades,
master of none.
Orbit as the planets
or anchor as their sun?
