Monthly Archives: December 2015
Photo shoot 1
Nests revealed in the tallest of trees
Their secret rides our own whistled word,
for this and every
bird’s a love bird.
Olaf and the Beavers
Crossing the Columbia
Mr. Schilling makes the most of it
They’ll be tightening the chain
on my bike today. I’ll be done with
slipping and clacking.
Slick steel will join intentions to powers.
You’ll see where I’ve been when I’ve gone on by.
Blossom
After breakfast but long before the lunch
A man speaks on the bus to another man who hears voices (I hear this man, and the voice in my own head, but not the man on the other end of the line) and I wonder how the other man knows it’s not real, and a thing he should ignore. And all the many voices in my own head persist, and I wonder which is real, and how I know the difference.
Dinner 2
Dinner 1
Utrecht Journal 