To Build a Fire
I’ve blathered on enough about elemental symbolism in past weeks, so this post is just a few studies of fire. A good roaring campfire is surely one of the joys of camping. When… Continue reading
I’ve blathered on enough about elemental symbolism in past weeks, so this post is just a few studies of fire. A good roaring campfire is surely one of the joys of camping. When… Continue reading
I’ve started putting together images for the new body of work, Cantrips and Loveletter, trying to mix raw images into something meaningful. At the moment it does feel a bit like hitting one’s head against the… Continue reading
Just a few images of clouds taken while dodging raindrops and one of the finished poems from the new body of work which now has the working title of Cantrip and Loveletter… August… Continue reading
“Let’s see the very thing and nothing else. Let’s see it with the hottest fire of sight. Burn everything not part of it to ash. Trace the gold sun about the whitened sky… Continue reading
Tattooed inside my upper left arm, easy to see as needed, is a single word tucked into waves, brið. Partly because I’m a bit of a language geek and partly because of a silly… Continue reading
…the morning dark beyond the sill. A line from a poor no-name slob of an unfinished poem from a project that is still not much more than a vague set of ideas orbiting a… Continue reading
I love Portland with its bagpiping unicyclists, its well-dressed statuary, the farmer’s markets, its DIY, pagan, can’t spit without hitting a band member, love in every flavor culture. It is home and I am happy… Continue reading
At thirteen, I began to unwind myself from organized religion, not because I lacked belief in an unseen and unprovable world, but in part because the rituals and dogma of any one faith seemed too… Continue reading