Category: Winter

  • There is a reluctance to begin again. A new venture doesn't necessarily equate 'an adventure,' but know that change charges onward with or without our consent. I stand in front of frosted panes and weigh how heavily the rain will fall. The crosshatch from a shredded screen lends perspective to the rolling white infiniteness of possibility.…

  • icy stepsracing thoughtsfrozen breathcirculate a ragged questionsuspend all desire to believe hold fast to the spotwatch the answer dance awaytrace its faint trail inthe untrodden snow follow it the nearer to the end you getthe closer you are to clarity life was always about the lastexperience you had

  • Sit still. Life goes underground when the skies are unfriendly.Hope gains strength in silence.Patience is a bud placed on a warped and weathered sill.The sun passes over brittle fields with little promise of warmth and just enough light to make despair think its job is done. Take a deep breath.

  • Kay asked in August how the job hunt was going. Ok, I replied. The weather was good and I kept busy with weeds and whatnot. At the height of summer, no situation is bleak. Kay asked again today. I didn't have the heart to tell her my soles were far from worn down. Still springy…

  •     action trapped in doubt overthink each easy piece skate around the truth

  • I can tell you how it all goes down, but do you trust my memory? What hasn't happened yet brews in the back of someone's head and I know/remember/hypothesize what comes next. Don't worry about how you come out in the telling of it all. The whole thing's a fabrication. Time makes sure the script…

  • Oh to go where there are big antlered animals and the glisten of fish in every stream. Where winter is without a doubt wintry. Did I ever tell you I used to can homegrown vegetables? Pack it in, pack it out, leave no trace. Careful how you tread. Just leave me a clearing far from the…

  • Winter weather smackdown due to blow through any time now. Chilliness at which others may scoff but, hey … I live in Texas. Extra layers will be added to my toilette for the rest of the week. I'd take extra hair; wooly, like Santa's, if it'd disappear as soon as the temperature warmed up. A…