To Mr. Kappus and me

February 15, 2010

A leaf, pale gold and curled, lifts from a branch and rises in the updraft of an easy, cold breeze. It’s the middle of February, near the end of a rough winter, and somehow that leaf had been holding tight to its branch for all these months, through several feet of snow and the hard […]

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Snow, man

February 9, 2010

This time last year, when I still lived in Arizona, I went for a drive one morning and took these photos: (all images, click to enlarge) Whenever it would snow in the mountains to the north of Phoenix, I would scout the house for whatever coats and gloves I could find – usually, the gloves […]

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The way back

February 1, 2010

I walk a few steps, turn. Walk back across this room. Turn again. I look down as I cross this space with my steps, study it like I’m looking for a lost contact or a straight pin or one of the tiny pieces of my soul that holds the rest of it together. There are […]

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Or just after

December 31, 2009

In Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Blackbird, Wallace Stegner writes, I do not know which to prefer… The blackbird whistling Or just after. I’ve never sorted out what I think this poem is about, I just like it. (“It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing and it was going to snow.” My favorite […]

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December 11, 2009

One minute it isn’t snowing, and the next it is. Elle, still in her pajamas, throws open the front door and calls to us. Come look, it’s snowing! All week long, she had said it was going to snow on Saturday and was sure of it. A girl in her class had told her so, […]

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Just As Well – a new song

November 28, 2009

It’s been a while since the last one, but I’ve got a new song to share with you, another co-write with (the soulful and talented)  Greg Cox. We went into the studio with this one, and along with adding his vocal to our song, Greg guided the arrangement and production. If you’d told me early […]

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If it comes to that

November 17, 2009

Before breakfast on a school day. We stand side by side at the window, looking out, son and mother.  A stream runs behind the house, fast and full when it rains or quiet and slow, like now. Beyond the stream, the woods. The forest floor is an endless brown and orange sea, and the bare […]

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November 10, 2009

As you know, these last few weeks have held some big changes, and I’m still trying to get my bearings. I don’t like writing a sorry I haven’t been around much lately post, but these days I feel less like the author of this blog and more like someone who stops by every now and […]

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Stripped away

October 23, 2009

This move was a different kind of move than I had always planned. Instead of taking everything we owned, I left a lot of things behind. The move happened pretty fast (though a lot of things had been packed for two years, in the end it was quick and dirty), which left little time to […]

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October 11, 2009

Not long ago, on her Facebook page, my sister posted these lines from Whitman: Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life. Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by […]

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