Today: keeping vows

“We’re all monks these days.”

Neruda, on a rainy day in quarantine

Now that a trail’s been cut, I want to contribute a poem today because Here Today, poetry feels more immediate to me than prose. So much posting and processing as we try to wrap our hearts and heads around this sudden profound new world. Information is good. Information is good and…

Today: A Flower

The idea came to me as I walked two big dogs up into the hills above Eugene, OR, and came face to face with a supernova of…

Today: I walk on desire lines

It happens now 20 or 25 times per hike: walking along, usually on the phone with my parents or brother or a…

Caribbean dream

Timing. Timing has always been a central, driving force in my life. As long as I’ve…

Today: I remember the breathing

I was thinking tonight about a talk I went to last November. A whole room full of people breathing…

Inhale, Exhale — The Holiday Farm Fire

I step onto my mat, feeling into my feet the comforting familiarity. Inhale, exhale. Smell…

Jeremy Bearimy

The night passes in a sleepless limbo of anxiety and dread. The soundtrack to this twilight toggles between an audiobook of Jane…

Singing Frogs

I have started writing poems, a thing I have not done since the morose twilight of my young adulthood. Unlike those…

Not here, today

Here, today, I realize I struggle to remain there. It is not so much that, like Billy Pilgrim, I have come unstuck in time; it is more the…