it’s fall. there are campfires in the air and leaves make it so difficult to walk without falling i’ve mostly taken to getting my exercise in the middle of the street. the season of foreboding is here — in the northern hemisphere, it’s about to get so cold those who… Read More »unseasonal joinery
reaching for the dawn i suddenly collapseas i feel the carpet pulled from below my feetan unexpected noise woke me yet i imagined myself safeonly to search for balance and find nothing but fresh bruisesmy limbs ripped from their sockets while i lay dazedyet my life somehow extends as i… Read More »fallen
when i was a child, i spent a lot of time in a town whose name struck me as odd — paradise. even at the time, i understood this was something like wishful-thinking. it was canada so we’re talking about a frozen wasteland much of the year where staying inside… Read More »living in the garden
when you think of japanese poetry, i suspect the first thing that comes to mind is the haiku — a surprisingly-modern invention in a country with more than a thousand years of formal poetic history. that being said, the haiku and its extended version, the renga, are probably the most… Read More »tickling the shogun’s tongue
the difference between art and craft is not form but purpose. art has a single reason to exist, to convey emotion, typically through a search for beauty and meaning. craft has a different one, to be functionally useful in the moment. while much art effectively tells a story and craft… Read More »deeper within language
we’re in the middle of october and it’s fall. it’s miserable and dark and the nights are closing in on us. it’s time to huddle under a blanket and turn up the heat, grab a cup of hot tea and snuggle with your favorite book. or you could just say… Read More »thirty-two days of creativity