Field notes: The woods near Ketawakamiya Shrine – 3/15/18

1.) The mountain stream, just out of view to my right, makes a constant white noise, like how it used to sound as a kid, jabbing buttons on the TV remote, when I’d hit the cable channels my parents didn’t pay for; the sound of something unreachable, just beyond the blizzard on the screen, just…

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A breath of spaces – 3/12/18

I can stare into a space for so long the utilitarian can become decorative, and the decorative as useful as an exoskeleton. Or lungs. ... The air I breath here changes, depending on where I am. Inside, the smell of burning a sinister sting of kerosene heaters warming every room mixes with the lifting scent…

Leapfrog Days – 3/11/18

The days leap-frog one another faster than I can write them all down. Some nights and mornings I have to read you a journal entry that’s two or even three days old, just because, by the time we find somewhere safe to sleep, I’m too dead tired to record the actual day that’s hopped right…

Wo(o/r)d – 3/10/18

I dream beneath a roof of words and wish that words could be as wood as solid products stacked to sell and ship. That hundreds come to gaze upon the joinery of sentences applaud the nail-less fittings of my words. That words could carry forth a scent of gold-green sap and mountain mist in every…