Rote & Ritual
Personal introspection and new music to get through the day from my friend at The Day on Fire....
Fracture 93: Moving the Future into the Present
(1) There, there I see you – walking along the shoreline,the sun is your companion. The ocean wind...
From the Ashes
Stripped to our raw selvesshed of armor and protection. Chaos and denial slowlyreplaced by thought and cooperation. The...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #21
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments...
Standing in the Backyard of Childhood
The dirt. The stars. Nearing midnight in late summer. A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was....
A Slow Start to 2020
As 2020 emerges from the cold waters, we take stock of the previous year. It feels as though...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #20
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Jackson Pollock – Technique Analysis
Here is a link to an article that examines the “drip” technique form a scientific perspective. “Pollock avoided...
Another Winter
Spring fell into an early winter. We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow?...
Stepping Into New Light
Three-months have passed since I stepped into a new day, awash in Minnesota morning light. This would be...
Across Sand
Across vast red sandsI see your face high in untouched mountains. Passing for years through dust stormsblanketing the...
Comfort Taken from What is Given
I imagine this scene, a snapshot of any ordinary point in time, perhaps not meaningful to anyone else,...
The Next Chapter
Passing through the pages of life,some chapters are thin and we quickly move,some consume years and decades. After...
Taking Comfort
Standing on the cement patiohours after the sun fell awayI let go of the city and noiseand stare...