Sometime before 5 a.m. Monday morning, more rain washing out of the sky than nearly imaginable, likely 10,000 tiny flash floods all through the city, college students warm and dry under winter blankets –…

I’ve been having these coffees with Jorge – think “My Dinner With Andre” – every other Sunday, 10 a.m., at Starbucks. They are so interesting. He’s my co-worker and technical role model wannabe at…

Everything is so wet, so green. Yesterday I began poking around for a new place to live. There is no more information than that to share today: Wet, green, and what now?

So this is a rainy Thursday afternoon, after the job, after the Starbucks coffee, after time at the trough of peanut butter and cottage cheese, after about 15 minutes of what shall hereafter be…

I was sleep-walking under the light of the moon, 10am. Every other customer faster than me. Earlier, it’s so dark, there’s me, mountainous form, straight up on orange zafu, on old, green army blanket…

Out Sunday, Starbucks lot, cruise Broad – down, down, down – Pixies so loud I can’t hear the news. Eeee! Left on Pacific, the art shop’s closed, someone said, “This monkey’s gone to heaven,”…

Friday’s setting out on the four-day journey of cover-to-cover dance with David Hinton’s “The Wilds of Poetry.” Somewhere a guitar steps in, arriving as melody magic. I walk the long Bob Jones Trail in…

It has taken me a long time to get from one building to another. Man, the years, the years, how did I ever get so old. My younger sister called the other day just…

I bought this swedish ivy for five dollars at the thrift shop I’d bought my 15 dollar desk a couple of hours earlier. The papery, cardboardy pot it’s in doesn’t hold water well, so…

We had some rain yesterday, late afternoon and into the evening. Not torrents, but almost any rain here is good rain. I sat in my weird, thrift-shop chair and listened to it a while…