Thank you to you as my subscriber. Knowing you are out there means a lot to me. I genuinely appreciate it. Wednesday morning I had this long and cogent conversation with Gina, largely about…

I find myself giggling at the approaching prospect of having no address. Not the reality of where will I go the bathroom, or keep yogurt, or lay my pillow. But, there’s something about the…

I crawled into bed Sunday night at a quarter past six. Exhausted – physically, mentally, emotionally. Exhausted with my current address, and exhausted with no future address. I nearly fell right asleep. Beginning Friday…

Sometimes I sit around doing nothing and think my being an introvert and on the cusp of anti-social are why I experience aloneness, especially the way I’ve experienced aloneness here in San Luis Obispo,…

Portland, Oregon. Elvis is coming back into the building.

Unedited – like me these days: Don’t push the river, and a revelation. When I have my own place I will fall all-into a deep study of Chinese poetry. I may, for all I…

Thursday memo to self – Mind your own bee’s wax. Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall: What’s my part?

“Like Vimalakirti she shuts her mouth, following the old way. All day long, she sits within the gate. She does not tell anyone her inner treasure….When she sees the Blue Mountain through her veranda,…

I am not like other people. I’m just not. I’m not like everybody/anybody else. I did, though, have conversations yesterday with folks in both Santa Barbara and New Jersey who did have very nice…

This was my three-song YouTube playlist Saturday morning, which fell directly out from my Morning Pages: ‘I’ve Got Work To Do’ by the Isley Brothers; ‘Most Likely You’ll Go Your Way and I’ll Go…