Tag Archives: Snow
What Moves, Moves
What nature makes is better. The right angles that I focus on are not found in what flows easily, naturally. My mind finds the right angles, my heart, the flow. Simple as that. Or this… I can’t write about anything … Continue reading
Bear Two Ways, Two
Last night we went and floated in tanks of water that had 850 pounds of salt dissolved in them. The water, the air in the tank and apparently my skin were all at 95 degrees F. It was black dark, … Continue reading
Bear Two Ways, One
I am turning a circle around an ursine circle. How is a bear in this circle with his ass to the high side of Bend, OR? She just is, and 8th street flanks her frontside and she is eternally in … Continue reading
The Place in Me
Quieter than the ending of the night when the graying of the black and the graying of the light meet and it’s dawn; quieter than the ending circuit of the tires on snow after the engine is cut and the … Continue reading
Scarce
I was going to write this: It is my personality to try to fit in smaller spaces. Really though, I will write this: I try to fit in empty spaces, barren, naked places. Some people use clutter to hide. I … Continue reading