Smoke from the fires up north clouds the morning sky. The sun can be looked at directly – it’s the most vibrant, glowing orange one can imagine. I want to keep looking but probably shouldn’t. The sky seems muted, hazy, pale, and sickly. My gaze returns, again and again, to that day-glow orb.
Daily Fifty-Two: Jun. 5, 2023
I rub my eye and it burns. It’s too early to be this tired. The night sky, not entirely dark, reminds me of youthful summers and running through neighborhood lawns and fields. The trees, now as they were then, are tall silhouettes marking the boundaries of sight before everything becomes darkened night.
Daily Fifty-Two: Jun. 4, 2023
A slight breeze sets me wondering, sets me googling… people also ask: What’s the point of a wind chime? Is it good to have wind chimes? What is the myth behind wind chimes? What does the gift of a wind chime mean? Do wind chimes bother neighbors? I don’t need wind chimes.
This, Too, Will Be Forgotten
Today I walked in to town. I bought a few books at the local book shop. I sat in the shade outside of a coffee shop with a large coffee and read. The epigraphs to one of the books I bought (The Years by Annie Ernaux) read: All we have is our history, and itdoes…
Daily Fifty-Two: Jun. 3, 2023
The evening sunset blazing red. The tired mountains older than most. Last night’s fight. Today’s reconciliation. The dog who has made so much progress. The bird chirping her morning song. The band whose mic cut out. The little kids dancing in the tall grass. None of this will be remembered for long.
Daily Fifty-Two: Jun. 2, 2023
Robins gossip at daybreak. The peace lily by the back door recovers from an accidental drought. The weekly circular has a coupon for California cherries. I still have some in the fridge. Today we’ll feel the summer heat – near ninety. The dog will laze and pant and walk at an obstinate pace.
Daily Fifty-Two: Jun. 1, 2023
In the courtroom dream, the television cameras wore white wigs. They were evenly spaced apart in a square balcony looking down. Everything was the color of light wood. We waited for the accused. We waited for the sentencing. There was no buzzing crowd, just the whir of a fan, the waiting wigs.
Wanting More (part 1)
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. -Virginia Woolf I was quick to correct my friend when he said something along the lines of “I get it, you’re just not satisfied here. You want something more.” Completely ignoring the “I get it part,” I did a few clarifying…
Daily Fifty-Two: May 31, 2023
It’s the end of the day at the end of the month. My brain feels emptied out and sleep has a stranglehold on my attention. Cars race and rev in the distant night. The shade lifts and falls in the breeze. All the windows are open. Six more words before I fall….
Daily Fifty-Two: May 30, 2023
A waxing moon tilted sideways hangs in the early evening sky. She seems shy in her appearance with so much daylight left – not sure if she belongs or maybe she’s arrived early at the party before the host is ready. In this moment, the sun still commands the sky, brazen and blazin’.
Daily Fifty-Two: May 29, 2023
The tallest tulip tree I’ve ever seen blooms yellow flowers with cantaloupe orange Charlie Brown zigzags. Down the street a small blackbird has been flattened into the road – its legs splayed out like a stick-figure drawing of the bird. I imagine every branch of every tree has been touched by something living.
Daily Fifty-Two: May 28, 2023
From high above, the hawk screeches her bottle-rocket whistle. When the heavy bee (maybe hornet) buzzes by, I turtle my head and neck into my shoulders as if its buzz might sting my ears. How natural our instinct to duck – make ourselves small in the face of threats heard but not seen.