I stood at the window watching one flickering star slip slow beneath the trees on the west horizon; another broken morning. I could not say if the earth was moving or the star was falling. I could consult the experts on such matters and often do, but I don’t think it’s required for either faith […]
Monthly Archives: December 2015
Coyote are wise and know how to be in the world. When one dies another moves in and takes the place. They keep good sense of spatial relations while humans do not. Out on the edge, in California, there is not enough to go around and the greater bounding box falls into a violated ocean. The […]
In the dark of winter’s night the trees release their salvage into fair exchange with the breathing. This is an aged and wisened love. Enter the season, and much has fallen off and away, subject to the effect of natural circumstance, a learned method of thriving, braced against the cold yet finding stillness. Remaining rooted, […]
I sensed a rush of wings above, a sudden river flowed in skyward waves, a twisting spiral random convergence leading itself centerless, to inspire it’s own innovations and my silence. First, of the crunchy growl of boots on hardening snow, then breath held for the sake of listening, then mind entrancing in it’s parallel flight with this […]
James Scott Smith 