Odd Goose

Here is a lesson for those of us of later seasons: mystery is the offside of everything we see. For what we each have always been is an embodied consciousness somehow knowing and not knowing all at once. So feel free to make sense of it all however you choose with words you gain along […]

Glass Jar

After the divorce and in the throes, I walked along the beaches of Southern California sunset after sunset. I collected stones and shells that I have kept in a hand blown glass jar I found at a rummage sale, green, cylindrical, with air bubble imperfections as if to suggest a frailty, perhaps a looming likelihood of breaking open […]