Angel Island Sunrise
Not a bad place to wake up, if you have to be up at dawn.
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How the Wheelbarrow Got to Our Wedding
Beneath a canopy of trees, we sealed our love with music, flowers, family, friends and a socket wrench.
On Little Cat Feet (Fog City Comes Back)
There’s always so much throat-clearing, when I start writing again. Am I apologizing to you? To some other imagined reader? To Pallas Athena, goddess of war and poetry? To myself? Showmanship, stupid. Stop making excuses and tell them you’re back. Slowly, yes, on silent haunches, etc., Fog City
More Comfortably Numb
There are days when I'm looking at my life through thick glass. I think you know the feeling. There are days when you care, and days when you... don't. Can't?
Sky Pilgrims
Kerstin and I camp in a pony pasture and chase the solar eclipse across Texas.