We were ever so slightly physical things
Recent pages from the sketchbook
Micro-zine: a poem and pictures
Lazy thoughts at the end (and the beginning)
A summer poem for winter time
Ring of silver flashes onthe black skin of the still riverbone rattle the king fisherand the song birds harkenthe first light of todaya thousand greens...
You mysterious FORTRESS!
Selected pages, August - October, 2025O SEPARATIONthrough trees of cracked seasonYou mysterious FORTRESS!FORTRESSSTRETCH EUROPA STRETCH!MAKE A BRIDGE TO SAVE...
No. 39: Matter across time
A room with a viewThe paintings are familiar and warm, like a hand-thrown mug of tea my hands caress and care for, the comfort of its aromatic steam misting...
Summer spreads (out like hammered metal)
Hello friends! Here’s another selection of recent pages from my hardbound world of paper and pencils and pens and paints and torn magazines gummed up with...
Postcard: Greetings from Nazaré
July 3, 2025Streets of Lisboaof São Martinho do Portoof Óbidosof Nazaré overlay anthropic orderonto old geology, stone upon stonesettled, as in...
No. 38: Is it wicked to take a pleasure in Spring?
In “Some Thoughts on the Common Toad” (1942), George Orwell muses:Is it wicked to take a pleasure in Spring and other seasonal changes? To put it more...
No. 37: From the desk of
From the desk ofSaturday laid out like a buffet table – sweet or savory?Words feel different in the morning sunlight.Venetian blinds of Vermont.Fitz the...
Winter Digest, pt. 2
Night paces(02.24.25)4 haikuSnow piled in mounds.Protective layer, perhaps,To buffer the fear.–Cold cracks hands, face, ears.Snow sounds different,...
Winter Digest
A fire must be tendedI am learning to heat the house by burning wood in the cast iron stove. Each stove, I expect, has a unique profile dependent on: the...
September
AccidentThe ferns are fire in the meadow. Burnt orange licks and fans flames, catches a breeze against the fading grasses. I walk down the road in the...
Solstice
On the longest dayI mostly paid no attention,observed no ritual,made no marks.I did not pause, reflect orwonder at the lingering light.I didn’t mind.Instead,...
Deliberation in The Home Depot parking lot
Everything gathersthen comes apart, swinginga pendulumoscillating wavestides pulling in, releasing outWe spin dizzyknocking our heads against each othertilt...
Zine Share: Inventing Hope
Zine headDear Friends,I made a thing!I’ve self published a zine of writings from this newsletter called Inventing Hope: Essays and poems on people and place...
Song Share: Make A Map Of
I made a thingI recently completed a School of Song class called “Home Recording for the Singer-Songwriter”, which was led by Philip Weinrobe, a producer,...
Sketchbook: Looking, marking, loving
Note: Another post in a series of recent pages taken from my sketchbook, with a few words draped around the edges for context or color or play.Surely, this...
Postcard: Greetings from Berlin Pond
January 2, 2024It’s dusk and I am walking along the dirt road that skirts around Berlin Pond. A mix of frozen mud and gravel crunch beneath my steps, keeping...
No. 36: Now is the most right moment for living
Get out now, flourishin the community ofgoodness around you.My quiet is richwith ticks, chirps, gurgles and sighs,a blanket of calm.Two hour delay– of what?...
Sketchbook: A vector in a ladder
Note: Here’s the third in a series of recent pages taken from my sketchbook, with a few words draped around the edges for context or color or play.ExitI...