Women’s Mysteries: New Moon, before Fall. Roots.

I cried when Jon sang the words to the Traveling Song. Just his voice, the snap-sounds of fire, the circle of ocean below us in a constant shhhhhushhhh.   One of those times noise actually makes you feel quiet.  That’s how big it was, the silence in the night. While you are away    from…

So I drove to San Elijo State Beach

It was grey to the east, and hot, when I got in the car in San Clemente.  Thirty minutes in the used bookstore and I was no closer to settling my discontent then when I had left Laguna.  Plumbing from under my kitchen sink was all over my apartment floor, two workmen in and out…

Rode with no plan.

When I lived in Seattle on Larry’s floor I used to wait for him to get home from work so we could take a walk about.   We would gear up a backpack with a camera and our notebooks and head off on foot to stalk the city.  We didn’t spend money anywhere, what a…

One-eyed Blind.

Ever thought about those truths that you know, but don’t actually really acknowledge to yourself?  I mean they range, right?  Like maybe eating m&ms every afternoon on your break is the reason your energy dips an hour later and your body knows as much but you never really stopped to consider the truth of it….

Reflections. Full Moon in Fixed Fire.

We are socked in this month, almost every morning a blank fog sits til 12 like this were San Fransisco.  Maybe in the night my dreams of mountains and ebony-green came true?  In the dull moments of morning I am held by something meangingful, strung together in pre-cellphone reach scraps, if I were north again…Northern land…

25. Sunset at Sleepy Hollow.

This is where I come Bc the sea at this beach Cradles me like a teacup Would. If I were thumbsized And floated in a giant loving pool.

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After we swim She washes in the sink, Says We are so lucky To be in the world With women And it occurs to me For so many of us How for the first time This is true. We are so lucky, This I also know.

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Where Will this road End?