The Rhythm of It All

Snow grows where yellow leaves fall, to the heights of skunk cabbage along winding mountain trails. Wind blowing in a ravage, the trees dance inside it all. Through thick sheets of hardened ice spring blades of defiant green, a bluebird sky’s beckoning. From the ache of such stillness to the pain of new movement, the… Continue reading The Rhythm of It All

Sound Deck

Late at night, I go out to the deck  to smoke a cigarette and  soak in starlight before bed.  The downstairs neighbor’s music  fills the air with temple bells,  Tibetan bowls on repeat—  lullaby romanticizing this view  of unpolluted constellations  and magical Whetstone mountain.  A midnight cyclist  surfs the Nordic track,  tires humming like a… Continue reading Sound Deck